It's really weird. I was thinking, not too long ago, that it takes quite a bit to get me sick nowadays. And in the last few months, I have been sick several times. All colds that take me down for a few days. They sit in my chest and makes exercising very difficult. Frankly, it's pissing me off.
However, I know for a fact that my stress level is MUCH higher the past few months because of work and the show. And I'm thinking that may be why. Thoughts?
I started my own dietbet, but I'm a loser and no one wants to join it. So, it's going to be canceled. Oh well, maybe I'll try starting one another time. So, anyway, since I think they are so much fun, I joined a different one that starts tomorrow. I'll weigh in tonight and get moving. Another 4% down - here I come!
|Live Love Lift|
No, not some TV show. Our lives.
I follow this fantastic community called Push over on Facebook. She is one of the Weight Loss Rebels and she always has really interesting things to say. Yesterday she talked about a race. (This is all paraphrasing the very eloquent way to say this.) The race is just you. You aren't against anyone else. You have to run around a track 7 times to "win" and get to your "prize". So, you are jogging along and about 3 laps in you're like "I'm tired of this same old track, round and round in circles. I'm just going to sprint and get this shit over with" So you run your ass off. You are on your 6th lap and you simply cannot move on anymore. You are completely spent. Nothing left to give. So you stop. And you give up. Just shy of your goal.
So, what did you sprint for?
Who were you racing against?
What was your hurry?
I dunno. Sometimes I feel like if I don't get my exercise in everyday I am going to "fall behind".
Fall behind what? I have no idea.
Take now, for example. Being sick - not a good idea to go to the gym. I rescheduled my class till Thursday (assuming I feel better). The stress of feeling like I am "behind" or on some kind of time clock is not helping me in ANY way, shape or form!
I like the tempo I am at right now. I'm not sprinting, but I am moving along at a good clip. It's all good, and I'm not going to let my sudden anxiety-driven urge to sprint take over. All it will cause is collapse on the sidelines for too long. Ya know what I mean?
Alright, let's switch gears for a second. You know you wanna see this:
|My C25K finish on Sunday, before I started feeling like crap.|
|Taking the boys out to play in the rain on 7/4|
|Toothless! My Thing 1 lost his first tooth! And swallowed it! HA!|
Keep moving forward, guys... whatever pace works for you!!