There are some days when I don't have any time to work out. That means I just slept in in the morning through the time I scheduled for my work out, and I have a busy night with plans, so now I've left myself with no time and its my own gosh darn fault. So what do I do?
I make myself a little exercise chart in my notebook, and list out squats, lunges, jumping jacks, and anything else I can think of, and then do ten or 20 in the restroom every time I take a quick break at work. I just keep a running tally all day, and by 5 PM I've done a couple hundred of everything, and built up a sore little tushy and legs!
At least it's something! Tell me some more ideas! :)
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Back from the Dead
If you have wondered if I fell off a cliff, it's because, well, I did. And I've been wandering around suffocating in the fire swamp with all kinds of quick sand and scary ROUS's everywhere for the past 3 weeks or so. That is one metaphor for it. The other is I turned into a light-loathing vampire/werewolf, and the closest thing I've been doing to social is gnashing my teeth in the dark and growling "Rawr rawr rawr!" which means, "I wish I was back to a human!" Well, hallelujah, I've been back to a human for 4 days now. Translation: migraine free since Monday.
If you understand the gravity of the pain and nausea I've experienced for the past 3 and a half weeks, you would have a party right now. Because I want to have a party, but I'm still shell-shocked-recovering and feel like I'm still wandering out of a sewer tunnel. Or concentration camp. Or something. Okay I'm dramatic.
But human now. And I'm better. I ate whatever the f I could find like a scavenger (and that soothed my soul) for the first two weeks, and then stopped the fast food again March 31, and then quit it with sweets again yesterday. I didn't go crazy with sweets, but did have some this past week during my period. I'm back on my meds, and feel normal enough to remember what in the heck my goals are and why I need to go to the gym. I did Zumba Tuesday and I'm going today. I'm back for weighing in, and taking things one day at a time.
I'm not making any huge re-commitments or proclamations, just taking one human step at a time. Rawrrr.
If you understand the gravity of the pain and nausea I've experienced for the past 3 and a half weeks, you would have a party right now. Because I want to have a party, but I'm still shell-shocked-recovering and feel like I'm still wandering out of a sewer tunnel. Or concentration camp. Or something. Okay I'm dramatic.
But human now. And I'm better. I ate whatever the f I could find like a scavenger (and that soothed my soul) for the first two weeks, and then stopped the fast food again March 31, and then quit it with sweets again yesterday. I didn't go crazy with sweets, but did have some this past week during my period. I'm back on my meds, and feel normal enough to remember what in the heck my goals are and why I need to go to the gym. I did Zumba Tuesday and I'm going today. I'm back for weighing in, and taking things one day at a time.
I'm not making any huge re-commitments or proclamations, just taking one human step at a time. Rawrrr.
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