On the mend

I feel a little better today. I think it is the combination of time and the Advil Cold & Sinus that I have been taking constantly since about 8 pm on Wednesday. Truly.

I did 20 pushups against my counter every day this week. That makes 120 for the week so far. And (yes, there is more), 20 squats (either plie, wide-stance, narrow stance, or normal depending on my mood) every day (making 120 of those as well). And! 25 crunches every day (these I alternated between reverse, combo, and twisting bicycles). That is 150 of those. Even while being sick, yes, I did these. No cardio though.

Today, I walked a mile in an almost cardio kind of way. Faster than a stroll, but certainly not power walking. To top that, the dummy that I am, I forgot to time it. I only know it was a mile because I put on my pedometer! Oops. It is not that bad though, since the point is to incorporate a daily walk into my lame existence. It is my intention to have that be a separate thing from my cardio workout. Eventually.

Now, I am sick.

Instead of just being sick of myself. I am sick myself. A horrible, horrible cold. Probably with a lot of spring allergies tossed in for good measure. Sneezing. Headaches. Drainage. God, the drainage! The dry, sore-ish throat. The exhaustion. If I had the body aches, it would be the flu. But, alas. Or, thank goodness!

I have almost zero appetite. My throat feels so dry that I have been drinking lots and lots. Mostly water. Occasionally a Sprite Zero, or a water with one of those flavoring packets in it (the no sugar ones).

This is totally the time for a fresh start. I am pretty close to a fast or a cleansing period right now. What better time? Once my appetite emerges (hopefully only a little at a time to avoid the gorge-fest) I can eat right. And better. And get back on the exercise wagon.

Me and my lofty plans. What I am also going to do it make sure and visit myself (this blog, here) every morning. Even many times during the day. You know, whenever I log on, check in with my health stuff first. It is my plan. Now.

How do you stay on the wagon, keep with it, keep a slip up from turning into a full-out screw up?

Quotation

Be not afraid of going slowly; be afraid only of standing still.
–Chinese Proverb

Sick of Myself

I am getting so fed up with myself. I have all the intentions and start out great, but either I flounder and fall off the wagon (and watch as the dust settles and it is miles away from me) OR I wake up one morning and totally have forgotten anything I have done or want to do for myself until like a week (or more) later.

Like today. Tuesday. A full week after my last post. I am floundering. Hugely. I have been exercising on my bike, but not with any gusto. I have been weight lifting, but it is more like going through the motions without the challenge. (As in, what’s the point?)

I’m not sure what to do or how to think.

I am thinking, though, that I need to return to what was working for me back in September through November. You know, before I decided (not that it was a decision I actually made–more like something I just did) to coast through the holiday season. Now, I am finding that my headaches are back with a vengeance (though, yes, spring pollen and allergy season is bearing down on us). I feel tired and sluggish like all I want to do is lie down and sleep, or pretend to sleep.

I also seem to make rash, sweeping choices that for some reason I feel that I must implement them all NOW lest I change my mind, or some catastrophe forbids it.