I was so incredibly worn out by the end of day yesterday. I was in bed by 7, asleep by 9. And except for a brief moment at 2am when I had to pee, I was out like a light the whole night through.
I came home. Made dinner (homemade tomato basil sauce and fresh ravioli), watched a bit of the Daily Show, and tucked into bed with Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.
I'm still stubbornly determined to finish my re-read before starting on the new book and determined to avoid spoilers of any kind. I finally broke down yesterday and ripped open the Amazon packaging so I could gaze at it.
I wish I could stay in bed all day and just read. But nope. I have to get dressed and get out of the house in the next 10 minutes. Wah!
Also, the funny thing about exercise... when I'm doing it regularly (like every day, or every other day), the momentum carries me through. When my routine is disturbed for a weekend, it makes me want to run around shrieking HAHAHAHAHAAA NO MORE EXERCISE EVER AGAIN!!!! Or something. Stop/starting is so hard. I didn't swim over the weekend, there was no time. I didn't go to Amanda's last night, I had no energy. I'm meeting Alexis on Wednesday, that's a lock. I should go to Amanda's on Thursday. Swimming on Friday. Cycling on Saturday. Swimming on Sunday. And hopefully the routine will give me that momentum I need again.
I did, despite eating a mammoth steak on Saturday, manage to lose the 6lbs of party bloat I gained from Vegas. So there was much rejoicing.
I came home. Made dinner (homemade tomato basil sauce and fresh ravioli), watched a bit of the Daily Show, and tucked into bed with Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.
I'm still stubbornly determined to finish my re-read before starting on the new book and determined to avoid spoilers of any kind. I finally broke down yesterday and ripped open the Amazon packaging so I could gaze at it.
I wish I could stay in bed all day and just read. But nope. I have to get dressed and get out of the house in the next 10 minutes. Wah!
Also, the funny thing about exercise... when I'm doing it regularly (like every day, or every other day), the momentum carries me through. When my routine is disturbed for a weekend, it makes me want to run around shrieking HAHAHAHAHAAA NO MORE EXERCISE EVER AGAIN!!!! Or something. Stop/starting is so hard. I didn't swim over the weekend, there was no time. I didn't go to Amanda's last night, I had no energy. I'm meeting Alexis on Wednesday, that's a lock. I should go to Amanda's on Thursday. Swimming on Friday. Cycling on Saturday. Swimming on Sunday. And hopefully the routine will give me that momentum I need again.
I did, despite eating a mammoth steak on Saturday, manage to lose the 6lbs of party bloat I gained from Vegas. So there was much rejoicing.
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Date: 2005-07-19 09:30 pm (UTC)But I think for me, even doing 20% at home would be a nice boost to my routine.