Oh, just off fighting the aftermath of moving, combined with allergies/sinus problems/cold/who knows what? Therefore not exercising. I am eating healthy but not necessarily lightly. Fibromyalgia flare and all that. Ain't life grand?
Yesterday I set out to do my daily three, and after unpacking and filing and rearranging most of the office, I did my scripture study and then decided I was DONE for the day and shouldn't push too hard.
Right decision, apparently--today I am tired and not up to much, so imagine if I'd done any more yesterday. Ugh! I want to be normal! I want to be able to exercise consistently again! It will just take a little more time I guess.
When I read about people my age running miles a day, I just sigh. Slow and steady and short, that's me. Until I overdo it and have to start over. Again.
It's really quite discouraging but there it is. My life. I am grateful for the days I feel good. And I hope I don't have to move again for years. I am starting a savings account so the next move I can just pay someone to do it all.