Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Wellness Wednesday: Week 3

You guys, I'm tired.  I am so tired, in fact, that I can't even use the word exhausted to describe it because I don't have the strength to use a three syllable word when a two syllable word will suffice.

In the spirit of honesty, here are some fun facts.

  • I have not exercised since I wrote last week's post.
  • I have gained back about 1.5 pounds from the virus loss.  I knew that was coming, but still.
  • I am going to eat pizza tonight, and garlic bread.  And then I intend to have ice cream.
I'm PMSy. That's probably why I'm so tired.  Eating so much isn't going to help and will probably just make me feel worse, but there's just no stopping it now.  In my head I know that if I was at a healthy weight with a solid exercise plan and proper eating habits, the severity of my PMS would likely not be so bad.  Getting out of this cycle is way hard.

And it really is one terrible cycle.  I eat when I'm tired.  I've known this for a long time. I drink too much coffee, then I have trouble sleeping.  I'm already feeling the hormonal fatigue and then I dump a ton of crap on top of it.  Exercising?  Yeah, right.  As if that's going to happen in this condition.

{My husband just walked in with dinner.  Pardon me while I go stuff my face.}

So, I'm done eating now.  I ate my ice cream, too.  I'm not exactly thrilled with myself at the moment.

It all goes back to being so tired.  If I didn't feel like complete crap tonight, I'd have cooked the dinner I'd planned.  If I had willpower...  if I wasn't PMSing...  if... if... if...

It's 9:15 p.m.  I'm going to go to sleep shortly after I publish this.  I hope that I didn't drink so much coffee that I'll be up in the middle of the night like last night.  I hope that I wake up slightly less tired than I am now.

That's it.  That's my life as it happens.  I'm not sugar coating, I'm not woe-is-me-ing.  This is honestly how it goes.  I could say something super positive like gee whizz, tomorrow's a new day and I'm going to be great tomorrow.  But that would be bullshit.  This isn't a new scenario for me and old habits die hard.  Tomorrow *is* a new day and I do hope I'll do better.  But be great?  Unlikely.  Such is life.

Until next time...


  1. Yuck, weeks like this are awful, but they happen to everyone. Chin up! Next week will be better.

    1. Thanks Sam. I'm OK. These things do happen. I've made some good changes and I'm really thinking about my actions, so there's the positive. The other positive? The leftover garlic bread was delicious for lunch with some melted mozzarella on it. Mmm... :)

  2. I am PMS too. Makes me ravenous and weepy and tired beyond words. I feel you. I just are pancakes at 2 pm. For a snack. Wtf.

    1. Oh, the weeping. Yes, I'm crying over everything like an overtired child.

      Also, mmm pancakes.

  3. Soooo true about eating when tired and PMS and cranky!! I'm all... hide your kids, hide your wives... and all chocolate. Ooof.

    1. And also hide all of your fatty, salty snacks, your bacon, your pizzas, your burritos. OK, I'm hungry now.