Who Am I Kidding?

I am so down and struggling right now. Yesterday I didn't do a darn thing all day. Not even walk a mile. Today was a little better, but I haven't walked yet. I at least took a shower and dressed, paid some bills, and got my husband's car registered in Iowa--which is a laugh, because the car is still in Utah.  It will be here in about 3 weeks, but the Utah registration expires tomorrow. 

I've been eating and eating, but mostly good, healthy foods, so that's good at least. Fresh fruit, nuts and seeds, high-fiber cereal with rice or soy milk, that sort of thing. I think this move just derailed me. And we've only done half of it. I'm just exhausted, and sore, and lonely, and bored.

So, it looks like I need to pick myself up and leave the pity party.

Have fun without me, you miserable party-poopers. Time for some motion. Shake up the place. Or at least march to an exercise drummer, not a gee-I-feel-so-sorry for-myself drummer.

I got the picture at another blog; I don't know where she got it!

I'm Back!

 Back on the internet, after over two weeks of hit and miss wherever I could find a place to log in, and back into a workout schedule. It's amazing how quickly I lose muscle tone when I stop for even a few days.

I still don't have my calendar but I figured out how to put one on my desktop and add stickers to it, so that is helping with my motivation. Not to mention keeping track of other activities and obligations!

Mental Health Day

Angela suggested I call my miss a Mental Health Day. So I did. And then I took a couple of more.

Yesterday I couldn't get motivated at all, and then I started wanting a soda. I decided to walk to the grocery and pick up a diet coke, and while I was there I found a pint of the world's fattest blueberries and a box of low-fat, low-salt microwave popcorn. Add a couple of ice cube trays, and now I've got a little resistance for my walk home. It was only 1.2 miles but I enjoyed a treat and a change of pace.

I think I'm done wallowing now. I hope so. I need to print a temporary calendar to put stickers on. I left my calendar at home, which in retrospect was pretty dumb. Amazing how motivating those daily little blue stickers are!

First Official Miss

I finally missed a day of officially working out. I suppose I could count the 2+ hours I spent wandering around Walmart pushing a cart with a heavy bag of potting soil and air mattress in it. But it feels like cheating.

And then I missed today. I worked hard for a little while, gardening and hanging up clothes, but I did not do an official walk.

I met a man today who went on a Boy Scout trip and they said "Bob can walk to the Meadows. He's in shape!"  He said they've got it wrong. It's not "Bob can walk because he's in shape" but "Bob is in shape because he walks." Bob is at least 5 years older than me, probably more because he said he moved here in 1974, when his wife started grad school. So I guess he's pushing 60.

Well, at the rate I'm going I'll have to change my goal to Skinny by Sixty! However, I do not intend to fail. Tomorrow I hit it again! At least one mile.  And I did so well on the trip too; I guess I just got lazy or tired today. Or distracted.

Moving

We are enjoying our trek to Iowa.  The first three nights we found hotels with pools and got in a good water aerobics workout. It was amazing how good it felt--even joyful!--to play in the water after a day in the car.

Now we've moved to a cheap Super 8 motel while we continue our housing search. It has terrific internet access (better than all the others) but no pool. So tonight we walked to Wendy's for a healthy salad for dinner; it was only about a mile round trip. It's going to be fun trying to pick up the 2-3 miles again.

The thing is, we are moving, even as we move!

Moving

We're moving. To Iowa. From Utah. And I am not ready. And my exercise program has gone out the window. Except that I'm pretty sure I'm weight-lifting. And walking. Packing boxes aerobically. We try to get in at least a mile every day, but seriously missed even that due to fatigue from all the other physical activity. 

So, do I count packing and cleaning and shoving boxes around as exercise? It's not "sticking with my program" but I am physically more tired and sore than ever, worse than the sculpting class.  Or am I just making excuses?