- I stopped running.
- My meals got bigger (compensation for my Lenten diet…but still).
- Started doing drugs again (kidding…although I do classify SUGAR as a drug).
- Snacking went into overdrive.
- Scared to hop on the scale
A part of me feels okay about this…and a part of me feels terribly guilty. In my defense school is primarily to blame for the change in my routine. It’s not going to be forever right? Well that’s what I told myself 10 years ago…and here we are. Working full-time and going to school part-time is NO JOKE. You have to make many sacrifices. One I never really thought I’d have to make was giving up exercise. In the past, even if I ran once for the week I didn’t feel so bad. It’s been 3 weeks and I haven’t ran at all, nor have I even done any at home workouts. This pains me, but I’m too tired to even entertain the thought of a run.
If you read my first post this year about setting goals, then you’d know that I am wayyyyyyy off course. For me, the hardest part about falling off the horse is not the actual fall (unless you were thrown violently), but getting back on. The rare days I get a good night’s rest and have a little spare time to go for even a short run, I always end up lazing around…because right about now, nothing feels more fulfilling. I hate to even say that because I’m usually quite active. I feel even worse because there are so many women out there balancing what I do, but with the added responsibility of taking care of their families as well. And to these strong ladies…I salute you!
I am hopeful this slump will have an end…sooner rather than later…as I look down at my protruding tummy. I mean I know it will…but I sometimes feel to let it all go and be an unfit ball of mush. Alas I cannot let that be, because in my heart of hearts I know that it will truly make me unhappy. Thankfully my semester ends in approximately 5 weeks, so hopefully I’ll get back on track.
Oh wait! I totally forgot I have a race coming up! :::GASP:::
So I guess this means I should probably start training right? Or find a way to tell my running partner I may not do the race… I’ll let you know how that pans out.
Do you ever feel this way? How do you recover from a slump? Help ah sister out nah.
Until next time…
Update: I didn’t make it to this race either.
Love, light and longevity,