As shitty as last week was physically and mentally, this week is shaping up to be freaking awesome. There’s a lot to be said for not puking, my friends. Also, getting up off my fat ass.
Awhile back I knew I needed to make some changes to my routine: I had abandoned South Beach entirely and the running was a thing of the past. I told myself it was too hot to run and that it would be wrong not to drink all the Summerfest in Chico since it isn’t available year-round (see also: I will justify anything). Not surprisingly, I wasn’t sleeping well, felt grumpy and my clothes started feeling tight. Good times. So, after a wonderful weekend of indulgence (cheese platter! cocktails! beer on the patio!) I am taking steps toward a healthier lifestyle and miraculously…I feel human again. My brain is less foggy already and my mood is significantly better. The feelings of being overwhelmed aren’t as strong, and yet I am busy as ever. It’s like eating well and exercising is GOOD FOR YOU. Who knew?
The morning jogs are back on (I’m not breaking any distance/speed records but whatever) and I have cut out the afternoon soda and candy. There is water on my desk at all times so I won’t start sliding into dangerous dehydration territory. I am still allowing for some treats because I am my grandma’s granddaughter. CKD loves her some pie, yo.
Don’t worry, this won’t turn into some sort of diet/exercise blog (although if I find some great recipes I might share because everyone loves food porn) and I am not abandoning all debauchery. I know you all shudder to think of a world where I am not doing something stupid while under the influence.