Seriously. I Miss The Caffeine. A Lot.

Day two of decaffination dawns without headaches, which is a good thing. Sadly, I went to bed on a fully caffeinated schedule ;about 9 pm, which is late for me) and then woke up on a “I get up at 3 am schedule”. So, yeah. I’m not overwhelmingly tired, but I wouldn’t mind going back to bed. The 2 degree temperature might have something to do with that, though.

Otherwise, I’m feeling pretty good bi hit my calorie budget yesterday, and I feel confident that I’ll do it again today. And the cold is mostly cleared up, so I’ll be back to exercising and walking again on Monday. I can’t wait!


Back To The *sigh* Treadmill

I sort of took the day off yesterday for my birthday. Happy birthday to me! But I’m back to work now!

Sadly, this means treadmills. Because it’s 17 degrees outside. And yes, I know it’s better than nothing. But, yeah. I don’t enjoy this.


Yeah, that pretty much sums things up in a single word. I actually intended to hit all my goals yesterday. But then, by the time I got home from work, I was exhausted. How tired do I mean? I mean, I was too tired to make French toast. And all you have to do for that is beat an egg with some sugar, dip bread in it, and fry it.

Uhm. For context, I’d planned to make French toast for dinner last night.

So, anyway, I’m clearly tired. Still. I think it has far more to do with a lack of sunlight than anything. If it’s not too bitterly cold out today, I’ll need to get out and walk outside on break and after work. Try to recharge a little.

Or maybe I can just sleep until spring. I’m sure that won’t be an issue at work or anything.

Turkey Coma

Maybe it was all the turkey I ate yesterday. Maybe it was just getting to sleep in, and spend the whole day at home and do nothing in particular other than cook. I don’t know. But, whatever it was, I just couldn’t work up the enthusiasm or energy to do any of my exercises this morning. My alarm went off on time and I just reset it, letting me sleep al the way until 3:45 am.

I’m going to try and get them done today anyway. But, let’s be honest here, it will be at best a struggle. And if I don’t, then Monday I’ll be back on track once more.

No, that’s all. Now, back to trying to focus on a day that is simultaneously the second Friday and Monday this week.

Jumping Jacks. Just… Wow, They Suck

Overall, I think I’ve done a pretty good job of sticking with that “flat belly workout” I described recently. I missed one day last week, and I’ve done them yesterday and today. I’m still feeling it all in my legs and arms and gut – it’s not painful or aching, but there’s a definite awareness that I’ve been working this muscles. Also, not surprisingly, my belly isn’t particularly flattened yet. It’s only been a week and a half, after all.

Jumping jacks are terrible, though.

Seriously. By the time I get my 40 done, ‘m winded. I didn’t expect that part. I was prepared for my knees to hurt, or my legs. Not to be left breathing hard and contemplating the poor life decisions that brought me to that point. Which means, of course, that they’re probably good for me. But if I thought I could get away with it and still get the benefits, I’d ditch them in a heartbeat.

Ah, well. Enough whining. I’m going to keep at it, so I may as well get comfortable with them. Maybe they’ll get easier as time goes on?

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other…

In an effort to make sure I eat myself back on track this morning, I got up and headed over to my complex’s workout room. There, I used this thing:

That’s a skiing machine, I think. Whatever it is, I did 1.75… something. Kilometers, mimosa likely, since I was only on it for about 18 minutes and I know I haven’t broken a 10 minute mile. So, 1.75 km, which is just slightly over one mile.

Or, based on what my FitBit recorded, 0.63 miles.

Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I assume that something about the motion of the machine doesn’t trigger the accelerometer of the FitBit right. So, I’m slightly annoyed. Not enough to stop using the machine, mind – based on the way my shoulders and thighs feel it’s a better workout than just hitting the treadmill. But it’s a little irritating.

Still, if that’s the worst headache I have with exercising this week, then things will probably be all right

Fatigue And Goals and A Big Test

It’s not particularly surprising to me that I’m really tired right now. I’ve got two days until my big test, and – like always – the anxiety is getting up on me. This usually results in poor sleep, and last night was no exception. I woke up at 2 am, and my three am walk didn’t happen because I was tired. Which was a pity, really, because it was a lovely 51 degrees out.

Why do I bring this up?

Mostly, it’s acknowledging what I’m going through. My wife could testify that I have a bad habit of trying to ignore stress and pretend it isn’t bothering me. That is not productive, because it just makes me more tense and then kind of causes me to act like a whiny, self-pitying brat. That’s something I’d rather not do, so I’ll just try to acknowledge this: I’m anxious, even though I feel prepared, and I’ll be really glad once this test is over.

In the mean time, I still have a walking goal to hit. It’ll be a little more difficult since I didn’t get that first mile and a half in this morning, but I can still do it. Heck, I need to do it – The Walking always makes me feel better. Happier, and more relaxed. (Except for when I’m going up nine flights of stairs. Then I feel more like “why am I doing this to myself?”)

Two more days. Man. I can’t wait to be done.