You guys, I’m so adrift right now … and not blogging isn’t doing me any favors.
Please allow me to indulge my whiny self.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been sick for nearly a week now. Every day, the ick moves from one place to another. Yesterday, it was a head full of snot. Today, in addition to the congestion, I have a cough. Or I feel like I should have a cough. I want to cough—a deep, chest-rattling cough—but I can’t. Instead, I have this tiny little hack, ineffectual at getting the phlegm out.
Bleah. I just want to feel like myself again.
I’m broke. At Christmas. As usual.
At work, nothing works the way it’s supposed to. Just once, I’d like to get through a shift without having to do three-fourths of the job the jerry-rigged, back-door way. It’d be a friggin’ Christmas miracle.
When can I quit the day job? Please, let it be sooner rather than later.
As for the diet/exercise front, I’ve been eating like a 4-year-old since I got sick. Nothing good for me sounds appealing, so it’s been a lot of chicken noodle soup, cheese and crackers, and mac and cheese.
And donuts. Donuts always go down easy. 😀
I still like the idea of intuitive eating. And I’m enjoying Jamie’s Good Life Challenge. Play Week was kind of a bust last week, though, considering how miserable I was from Wednesday on.
I haven’t been doing much movement, either. My FuelBand has been lucky to log 1K a day. I keep telling myself tomorrow will be better, but it’s not.
I’ve been getting emails from Weight Watchers, asking me to join now and save. Part of me just wants to do it — run back to the way I know works (when I stick to the program).
But then I think about the tantalizing , guilt-free-eating life that awaits if I can make the leap to intuitive eating and I can’t do it. I want to love me, here and now, and say to hell with all the “shoulds.” A salad is a hell of a lot more appealing when it’s something I want to eat rather than something I “should” eat.
Easier said than done, of course. But it’ll be worth it.
I’m so tired of thinking about all the things I “should” do … all the things that make me feel “less than” when I don’t do them.
Perhaps I should take a page from Roni’s new #wycwyc site: Do what you can, when you can … because life doesn’t start tomorrow.
Such a simple idea … and so powerful. One baby step at a time.