|my rationale for eating all the Easter candy|
When Dan isn't home, I have random insomnia--I'm super tired, but I putz around the house doing nothing important until the wee hours of the morning, and feel exhausted when I wake up...which in turn makes me not want to do anything but lounge around during the day...and then stay up all night again the following night. It's an ugly cycle. I even skipped a few days of my cleaning schedule, I was being so lazy. My mom came out here to help me on Monday night so that I could still go to my step class in Dan's absence, and she stayed until Tuesday after lunch--it was nice to have the company, and to still be able to exercise. The classes last week were the only reason I didn't gain 15 pounds in a week. My regular Zumba instructors were back on Wednesday and Friday, and Wednesday's class really energized me--it was fun and just what I needed to break me out of my binging funk. Friday's class was also good, but my pesky elbow really bothered me during that class... I sucked it up and went to the ER Friday night after the kids went to bed--the elbow wasn't getting any better, and I was concerned that I was doing more harm by using it and exercising with it this past week. I had been avoiding going to the ER for it because I just kept hoping it was going to get better on it's own, and also because I didn't want anyone to tell me I broke it somehow and end up in a cast--but I wanted to get an answer for the pain. The doctor I saw was really nice, but he honestly had no idea what I have done to it--I had it x-rayed, and the x-ray shows some abnormalities, but he couldn't figure out what those meant...so now I have to go see a sports medicine doctor in the hopes of figuring out what I did to it and what I can do to fix it. Ugh--not what I need right now. Maybe it will get better before I have to go see someone else about it--I just want to get on with my life and not have an injury bugging me! The ER doctor did say that I could keep using it and just take Motrin, so at least I didn't walk away with a cast or a sling.
|Ugh...discipline is no fun.|
I have lost the discipline I had when I started this Challenge...I didn't call getting healthier and losing the weight a challenge for nothing. It has definitely been (and continues to be) incredibly challenging! Last week, I even stooped so low as to skimp on my food journal reporting (if I only eat two bites of the kids' mac & cheese, I don't have to write it down, right?). I still haven't been drinking enough water, and I definitely have been missing my Challenge-imposed bedtime. We spent the day yesterday at my in-laws' house, and my mother-in-law is on a similar health journey. I was inspired by her notes to herself all over the house--"Stay strong!" on a cupboard door, "You can do it!" on her bathroom mirror, "Don't even think about it!" in the pantry. Perhaps I need some notes around the house for myself--my internal willpower isn't working out so well. I'm issuing myself a mini-Challenge for this week, in an effort to get back on track: Get to bed no later than midnight all week. I think my bad sleeping schedule has put my thoughts in a tailspin and made it easier for me to splurge and not be as disciplined as I need to be. Once I get my sleep schedule righted again, hopefully everything else will be easier to stick to--and if that's not the case, I'll mini-Challenge myself again next week to fix another problem area! Here's to some actual weight loss this week!