I have blogged in.. oh.. a month.. whoa. I've been having issues, as I think I probably said in the last entry. At the time I felt like I was getting back on track, but I wasn't quite there yet. Now my meds seem to be worked out, and I'm slowly getting back into the exercise thing.
I went to the gym on Monday. It was fab. Seriously. I ran just over 2.5 miles on the treadmill, did upper strength, and then did 20 minutes on the arc trainer. Oh, arc trainer, how I have missed you! You kicked my ass, but in a good way. I felt so good I wasn't mean to people the next day. HIGH FIVE! And then Tuesday came and I was all "yeah, I'm SO gonna work out tonight! 2 miles a day bitches!!" and as the day was winding down, I was more like "omg I'm so tired.... can't.. keep... head... uuuuuup...." So I rallied myself and put ice in my water bottle and was SURE I was going to force myself to get TO the gym, because once I'm in the door, I have to do something. I think in the past 5 years of gymming I've only left with a pathetic workout once. It was something like 20 minutes and there was just no way in hell I was going to be able to push myself.
So anyway, then my gbf texts me.. spaghetti tonight! Aaaaaand.. I crumbled. I went over, drank most of a huge bottle of wine, ate a lot of delicious spaghetti, and sat on my ass. All night. Ugh.
Today, I am yet again determined to hit the gym right after work. This morning I realized that my weekend workouts might be a little messed up because of Friday's tattooage. I'll do what I can though. And tomorrow morning I have to work out before work because of my evening chiropractor appointment. Gar.
I'm not winning the battle of the bulge so far. It's disappointing. I'm working on it though... still.
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