Day 1 – Friday
I had a weird cramp earlier this week in my right leg and it woke me again early this morning. better safe than sorry, I decided to call the doctor. I went for a quick scan and found there are no new blood clots and nothing that should be creating the cramp from my previous concerns. The doctor thinks (like Marty) maybe I am trying to take on too much too soon with the exercise and to slow it down and be sure I hydrate more often.
I am to be off my feet for a few days.
That officially derails my 28 day plan. Boo
(oh and like I’m really sorry I can’t exercise a few days…not!)
Ok, this just means I keep eating properly and I can start exercise on Monday again.
Day 2/3 – Saturday / Sunday
Easy because I don’t even need to feel guilty. But what about tomorrow? The thought of rising early makes me already not even want to start.
I did have a pang of guilt ask watched my sons soccer game (of which he played 6 minutes) and saw a woman getting her laps in around the track I could have done that …. Easily. But I wasn’t supposed to so I will leave it at that.
My eating sucked all weekend, there were just too many things going on to be strict.
Day 4 – Monday
I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I have no excuse, really. My eating was spot on but exhaustion took over and I neither made it out of bed early enough or home early enough to work out. I was in bed asleep at 8:30pm. I feel troubled this week,
Day 5 – Tuesday
The good news is that I woke with a much better attitude today and have convinced myself I must have needed the rest for whatever reason I needed it.
The overall feeling of sadness didn’t entirely life but at least I felt capable today.
I got home and got dressed all the whole debating myself should I/shouldn’t I/must I?! I did it though, got out in the daylight and put on the app.
I finish my 5 minute warm up walk and start the first jog and what the hell happens to me? My pants fall down! Well, slip down. I pull them all the way up under my boobs just about and keep going. Nope. They are just not staying up. God damn it.
I can turn around and go home to change pants or keep going. If I go home I bet I don’t make it back out. This debate goes on for a few minutes and now I’m too far to turn back around. I do a regular 4 mile walk with no run.
Ok, it’s something. Clearly I need better thought to the pants I wear on cooler evenings! No one wants to see butt crack!
I felt good but I still hate it. I’m not so sure all that time alone in my head is even good for me. I think too much. Of the wrong things
Day 6 – Wednesday
I am pretty certain this nonsense only happens to me. I set the alarm for 5:50am and rolled over to shut it off when I heard someone in the house using the bathroom and heading downstairs. My youngest son decided to get up in the morning and go on the treadmill? What the heck? He was on for about 20 minutes, but by then it was too late for me to start. Ah, at least I got an extra hour sleep.
I did make it home and jump on after picking up my son from soccer practice and before a 2 hour conference call.
Today started 1 minute 20 seconds of running…seriously, I think I might die the longer I have to run! I have no rhythm, I nearly tripped running too close to the front of the treadmill and knocked over my bottle of water! But I did the work and made it through another day of that app.
Day 7 – Thursday
Set the alarm to get up early and guess who didn’t. I really hate mornings.
Our babysitter just ran a marathon and knows I am attempting the 5k, so she said I just have to take it easy with my pace. I asked her how fast she runs on the treadmill and she said “7.0” and I laughed and told her I was at “4.5….was that slow enough?!” She sort of smirked at me and turned back to making the kids lunch.
Further, I was supposed to see the therapist tonight and cancelled a therapy appointment in favor of a drink…and of course, one drink turned into many, many drinks and a fun and crazy night. I probably consumed a weeks worth of calories in the “Booty Collins” I was drinking! And of course this meant the evening clearly included no exercise.
This is a perfect example of how I promise myself I will get started and I will do well…and then fail. I don’t know what it takes for me to finally gain the right motivation to get it done. Or, in other words, I don’t know what it takes for me to make a good decision for myself…like: stop mourning the loss of my last relationship and start exercising so I feel great when I start the next relationship. Loser. The entire key is in front of me. I have a feeling if I can get this exercise routine started, he will start to fade from my thoughts as well.
Anyway…..I am happy I still got in 2 days of moving, even after the doctor said slow down. I did eliminate the strength exercises this week and had no cramps.
My eating was solid and although I told myself I would fast this week, the day I chose I realized I was unprepared with the correct liquids at work, so I just kept up the shake routine. I drank more alcohol than I should have.
I still lost another 1.5 lbs, so I am not complaining.
I am going to consider a very soft start better than no start.