247 - More overnights and recovering from a cold...
Indeed, that "bit of a nasal thing" turned into a full-blown cold that knocked me on my butt for much of last week. I woke up Tuesday very congested and finally started to get some cold medication into me. Trying to sleep in was really not happening, as I only slept about five hours on Tuesday morning and six on Wednesday morning. By Thursday, I was so concerned about the snow day that I forced myself to drive home, make Fidget call out of work, and promptly slept again. Due to the intense snow, everything shut down, and I was stranded inside of my house, so I could not work the 40 hours I had originally planned. There was much more sleep as I swung off the overnight.
However, I still lost a pound, so that's something. I was supposed to be way more productive last week, but I am staring down the barrel of a huge paper, a presentation, and a quiz this week, and have barely made any headway in any of those. As I am continuing to be on night shift this week, I am hoping to be more productive with my time, however, I am unsure if exercise will happen. I probably need to replan some things now that my head cold has broken through and I can breathe better again.
I dutifully moved over my stone into the 50 jar yesterday, down four pounds since I started the visual aid. I just checked and realized I'm only two pounds away from my Lenten goal, which is fascinating (since I forgot about it). I did go down to 245 during last week's sickness, but I am almost confident I can get back down to that. Maybe I'll take my attention away from my studies for a hot minute and see if exercise is in my future. I do still find comfort in planning, even if it's not going to work out permanently.
I had a conversation with Fidget last night as we were going to bed that this time last year, we were significantly happier. We were also more active. I was losing weight, juggling full-time graduate school and full-time work, and we were making headway on our lifelong goals. We did activities on the weekends. We knocked boots way more often. We had less financial security, but the house felt more in order and more organized and efficient. We talked about what had happened since then, and that we could get back to that. I realize I set myself up for failure, hoping to accomplish ALL THE THINGS during spring break, and then my body promptly shutting down for the week. It just seems like it is going to take so much effort to get back on that treadmill. Spin classes seem to be where my heart's at, but without a second car, getting to that gym is problematic, especially when I am working overnights. I feel as though spring break would allow a sense of peace: getting homework done, doing housework, figuring out monies and where I need to be. Instead it started with a head cold and a somewhat family emergency, then resulted in a state of ennui for the remainder of the week where my "sister" comes to visit, we paint, then we nap sporadically on the weekend.
It's possible that all things are possible, and I need to stop with the procrasination. Maybe I can't get to the gym this weekend; fine. Despite tomorrow, I could make coffee and Fidget's lunch, then jump on the treadmill for 20 minutes, shower, and then pass out. I feel like that's a valid and responsible compromise to still get in some activity, even if I need to sleep.
I will say that one of my goals this week? Eat that bag of spinach in my fridge. Because I bought it for smoothies and haven't drank a single one. So we're going to be having a LOT of spinach this week because I don't want to let it go to waste (again). Also, I want to start back on my supplements. I re-ordered the B-12 sublinguals that I had ran out of; I was so good about taking those as well. That could explain my lack of umph.
This is totally doable. I've done it before...
... I'll do it again.
However, I still lost a pound, so that's something. I was supposed to be way more productive last week, but I am staring down the barrel of a huge paper, a presentation, and a quiz this week, and have barely made any headway in any of those. As I am continuing to be on night shift this week, I am hoping to be more productive with my time, however, I am unsure if exercise will happen. I probably need to replan some things now that my head cold has broken through and I can breathe better again.
I dutifully moved over my stone into the 50 jar yesterday, down four pounds since I started the visual aid. I just checked and realized I'm only two pounds away from my Lenten goal, which is fascinating (since I forgot about it). I did go down to 245 during last week's sickness, but I am almost confident I can get back down to that. Maybe I'll take my attention away from my studies for a hot minute and see if exercise is in my future. I do still find comfort in planning, even if it's not going to work out permanently.
I had a conversation with Fidget last night as we were going to bed that this time last year, we were significantly happier. We were also more active. I was losing weight, juggling full-time graduate school and full-time work, and we were making headway on our lifelong goals. We did activities on the weekends. We knocked boots way more often. We had less financial security, but the house felt more in order and more organized and efficient. We talked about what had happened since then, and that we could get back to that. I realize I set myself up for failure, hoping to accomplish ALL THE THINGS during spring break, and then my body promptly shutting down for the week. It just seems like it is going to take so much effort to get back on that treadmill. Spin classes seem to be where my heart's at, but without a second car, getting to that gym is problematic, especially when I am working overnights. I feel as though spring break would allow a sense of peace: getting homework done, doing housework, figuring out monies and where I need to be. Instead it started with a head cold and a somewhat family emergency, then resulted in a state of ennui for the remainder of the week where my "sister" comes to visit, we paint, then we nap sporadically on the weekend.
It's possible that all things are possible, and I need to stop with the procrasination. Maybe I can't get to the gym this weekend; fine. Despite tomorrow, I could make coffee and Fidget's lunch, then jump on the treadmill for 20 minutes, shower, and then pass out. I feel like that's a valid and responsible compromise to still get in some activity, even if I need to sleep.
I will say that one of my goals this week? Eat that bag of spinach in my fridge. Because I bought it for smoothies and haven't drank a single one. So we're going to be having a LOT of spinach this week because I don't want to let it go to waste (again). Also, I want to start back on my supplements. I re-ordered the B-12 sublinguals that I had ran out of; I was so good about taking those as well. That could explain my lack of umph.
This is totally doable. I've done it before...
... I'll do it again.