I've logged on a hundred times today trying to think of something to talk about. Sure, I have a million and one things on my mind - not one of them has a thing to do with weight loss, eating right (or not right), exercise, bettering myself, etc., etc.
I was just feeling blah today.
It's tough being a woman. We have all these hormones to deal with on a monthly basis then you throw in pre-menopause and/or in my case PMDD (untreated at that), it makes for all sorts of fun. So yeah, today was a blah day. I'm hoping to be coming out of it soon...it usually lasts about a week or so and we're approaching the week now.
So there I was sitting in my living room staring at my treadmill. It laughs at me. It taunts me. It knows I should be on it, abusing it, but my feet just won't let me. Well, I was sitting there doing nothing. Feeling all blah. Wanting to hide under a rock (I almost said die, but that's not quite what I mean but I can't really explain how I feel when I get like this and I really don't want the suicide police coming to my door- it's not like that - but almost. Ugh. I wish I could put it into words). When I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for a walk. On the treadmill. Yup. My feet are going to yell at me soon but the rest of me is thanking me!
It is so amazing how a little exercise can change your mood instantly. There I was feeling all "death like" (again, using very loosely) and now I feel like I'm on top of the world. I'm proud of myself for shoving the moody blues aside. I'm even prouder for not turning to food to help me feel "better".
Now it's time to ice my feet and settle into something fun for the night.
Tomorrow morning is a gym day. If my foot is OK in the morning, I will hop on the treadmill before hitting the gym. Might be a bit ambitious but we'll see. Again, it will all depend on my feet. I know I can tell my moody blues to shove off.
eta: as of 10:30 PM, so nearly 3 hours after the treadmill, my feet are crying. Will ice again and see what the morning brings.