It’s been a helluva week, that’s for sure.
On this glorious Sunday, I’m actually not feeling well, and am kind of happy about it. As awkward as that sounds, it has been weeks since I have been able to truly rest. This is the first day in over 3 months, that I didn’t have to spend my entire day studying, or cramming some time into an already busy day, to do so. I was supposed to go to my cousins babyshower today, but unfortunately my stomach is protesting to something and the only thing I’ve done so far is lay on the couch with both of my lazy fur babies.
It’s a much needed break…even with the stomachache.
Anyways, Sunday is the usually the day that I update the ‘ol blog. I don’t have much to report, other than what I already posted earlier this week. I went to Weight Watchers this morning, and was surprised to learn that I actually didn’t gain any weight – even with the multiple food binges and lack of activity that filled the days of last week. I felt a bit releived and hopeful for this new week.
Last night, I made a promise to my boyfriend. This promise wasn’t actually to him per se – it was more of an out loud promise to myself, and in telling him – I felt more accountable. I promised that I would really try to eat better and exercise. He pointed out that I do really well once I get into a routine, it’s just finding my routine again that has felt so difficult. None the less, I plan to get something rolling this week.
I’ve done slightly better with food today, but I’m going to be honest and admit that I’ve been thinking about and craving different bad-for-me foods all day. The worst is that even my stomach issues haven’t squashed the never ending food thoughts. It’s been a struggle.
On the fitness front: While at lunch yesterday, my boyfriend asked how my week went as far as Weight Watchers goes, as he knew I had been struggling to stay on plan. I literally had to fight back tears when I answered him. I told him I didn’t do well and was struggling with motivation. I also told him that I brought my running clothes with me in the hopes that I’d get a short run in sometime during the day.
Later that evening we headed out to get active. He likes to train on stairs, or bleachers and I like to run. We wanted to go to the local high school, but by the time we got out – the school field was locked and it was very dark. We headed downtown, in the hopes of finding a well lit area that would work for both of us. Low and behold we found a parking garage! It was the perfect place for him to run the stairs and for me to get some miles in, there was no one there but us, so cars were not an issue. Unfortunately my stomach issues started yesterday, and a mile into my run…I slowed to a walk due to pain. I ended up walking close to another mile and walked up and down the stairs a few times, in an effort to get more activity in without making my stomach worse. It was only 25 minutes, but I look at it as 25 minutes of activity instead of doing nothing. I considered it a win for the day.
Even with my stomach ache, I had a moment during my short run segment. I had reached the top of the parking structure – with the dark night sky over head, and the cool, crisp Fall air kissing my skin and cooling my lungs – everything felt okay. For the first time in weeks, I felt at peace.
Another plus was that this was in the town I will be moving to at end of the month. Every runner knows that the best way to learn about any place is to run it. I may have been confined to the parking garage last night, but reaching the top meant I could see the entire downtown area. I totally got excited about running the streets below me in the near future.
My boyfriend even enjoyed the workout he accomplished and said that he looks forward to more.
I have another busy week ahead. I’m hoping that I will be able to sleep better, which helps keep the rest of my day on track…then plan to run at the gym tomorrow evening after work.