Not realistically, but figuratively. After my WI at Weight Watchers (the 0.2 pounds I miraculously lost last week found their way back to me), I hit the gym. After a 3.5 mile walk/jog that felt like it would never end, 5 miles on the recumbant bike that left my thighs feeling like jelly, then 15 minutes of free weights, I enjoyed a warm and cozy 15 minutes in the sauna. I started drinking a boatload of water yesterday (in an effort to flush out the excess sodium I'm sure is coursing through my veins), so I was fully hydrated, but man, I could feel every extra calorie, sugar and sodium gram I have consumed in the last three weeks. Literally. I could feel it. It slowed me down and made me want to quit at every few steps.
Returning home, Marigold and the Flowers were out so I had the house to myself. That was lovely. Exhale. I washed my hands and immediately put on a pot of water to boil for oatmeal. Couldn't wait to have my oatmeal today. Couldn't wait. Oatmeal makes me happy. I enjoyed my bowl of oatmeal then headed upstairs for a steaming bath. I thumbed through my newest Weight Watchers zine then dressed myself. Before I could get dressed, I had this unrelenting desire to get back in the bed. I mean, under the covers and all! It was like I had run a marathon or something! I was whipped! I slept for 30 minutes, then the phone started ringing. Upseedaisies. I headed out to pick up Marigold and the Flowers who had taken Marigold's car to the shop for rear brake work. Back home and a quick lunch and before I could do anything about it, I was sleepy again!
I tried to fight it by reminding myself the christmas tree needed to come down and decorations needed to be put away, so I drug myself to the garage for the storage boxes. The boxes were upstairs awaiting my attention, but did I get to work? Nope. Back on the couch I parked myself. By 3:00, I was asleep again. I woke up at 5:30 to a dark and quiet house. Apparently, all my Flowers felt the need for a nappy-poo.
After a light dinner and quality family time, guess who's yawning again? Yup, it's me. I somehow managed to Kick My Own Butt.
My January Gratitude Journal:
Thursday 1 January: Today I'm grateful for family and friends who are willing to make the long trek to my home to celebrate the New Year with us.
Friday 2 January: Today I'm grateful for the pretty light blue sweater I'm wearing that's bringing sunshine to a gloomy January day.
Saturday 3 January: Today I'm grateful for the love and laughter of my daughters - they really are my pride and joy.