For fear this blog is turning into more than just rantings from a born again psycho (self diagnosis) and has descended into the pits of being crap about food and exercise… Well at least it isn’t about my kids… although it was going to be, but I won’t put them through that… they already complain they learn more about my activities from the intertubes.
For Miss 11 going on some much older age… I have no plans for the weekend apart from sleep. And Gym. And that is where the punishment thing comes in.
Someone I know was asked last year if they were pushing themselves at the gym for punishment and went on to justify why they weren’t. I believe they had it right too. I am beginning to doubt myself though.
I was there twice today. I have been exhausted all week. I keep telling myself the gym makes me feel better, but in reality, I feel the same. I don’t seem to get that rush of endorphins that people talk about. I get stiff and sore.
This hasn’t been the best week. I took a huge tumble in the street yesterday as I was stepping up the kerb to put money in the parking machine. I went splat on my face, landed on my sore wrist, grazed both knees and looked up to find the GM of one of the major workplaces I deal with, along with 2 other senior staff, offering to help me. Just give me back my dignity.
Last night turned into a pity party for me and whilst I went to bed at 10pm, I mulled things over in my head for many hours and woke up with puffy eyes feeling the worse for wear, but determined to get to my 7.30am PT session at the gym. Decided against doing my C25K session straight after and went back this evening for that.
Punishment? I dunno. Feels like it at times. I’ve let my body get like this and I want to change it.
Oh and tonight… yeah, an early night. I have just had ‘words’ with the kids about not caring if it is school holidays- I have to be at work in the morning and I have to drop them off before I go to work. Also reminded them that I needed my rest (I can hear one in the bathroom as I type this) and I can’t rest until they are in bed. Don’t worry- I first told them to get into bed at 8.30.
And on top of that I have to wait another half hour or so for the washing machine to finish. So I am having a pity party again. And all I want is a hug and the one I asked for today never eventuated.
Just telling it as it is.
January 16th, 2010 at 3:53 pm
Well, I think that’s worthy of a delurk to say here’s a virtual hug. Perhaps once you start getting some results from the gym and are a bit fitter and less sore you will enjoy it more.
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January 16th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
Feel that? It is me giving you a hug. A big squeezy hug.
And right here on my shoulder is a really good place for leaky eyes…
January 18th, 2010 at 1:57 pm
{{{Ali}}} and {{{Kelley}}}
Thank-you for your support
Ali, I do enjoy the gym, or it’s not that I don’t enjoy it perhaps. I spoke to my PT on the weekend and he told me that two sessions in a day is too much. So I’m back to one session per day maximum!
Kelley, your shoulders are perfect for leaky eyes! Thank-you :-*
January 18th, 2010 at 6:29 pm
Hugs. I think it’s perfectly normal, natural and even essential to have down days now and then. I’m having one too. Today is the day that the holidays last that one day too bloody long. All four kids have cried, sulked and pushed my buttons. Perhaps it’s biorhythms. Perhaps it’s sunburst activity. As Winston Churchil said: when you’re going through hell, keep going.