It’s amazing how many things get better when I exercise. Everything seems better right now.Â
- I’m sleeping so much better — I feel better rested when I wake up and my body is even waking me up earlier (which was probably a big part of the problem anyway).Â
- I’m less lazy at home, cleaning and doing laundry and just generally not being lazy about things I’m usually lazy about (I’m even picking up my PJ’s from the bathroom floor most mornings!).Â
- I’m able to concentrate more at work and accomplish the trillion things I have going on right now.Â
- I think the only thing I’m not doing better right now is driving, thanks to the sore muscles. So, get outta the way, Atlanta drivers.
It’s crazy to me how much better everything feels when I’m exercising and eating healthily, yet it’s always so damn hard to start back exercising when I let it go for a while. I don’t kid myself and think that it’s easy to work out, but once I get going, there is definitely a period where I’m hooked on the feeling. I hope it lasts longer than usual!
I think this post set the universe against me. I woke up late this morning and now I’m all discombobulated with all the distractions at work. Sigh. Of course, I’m not tired and my body does still feel good, so I guess it’s still working.
You weigh a whole 170, huh? I weighed that much in 8th grade.
Heaviest: 225
Post-weight-watchers: 180
Post-Japan eating fest: 205
Now: 195
Coincidentally, I’m exercising and eating better too, and I fell off the wagon yesterday. Tax-payment-and-house-shopping-induced depression.
“Gotta get a Juice Loosener. Gotta drink juice. Lose weight. Won’t get chest pains from answering the phone anymore.”
Re: Sean….
Haha, and when you weighed that much in 8th grade, I was in 6th grade and probably around 80 pounds (if that much, considering I didn’t break 100 until 10th grade). And you wonder why I fought dirty! haha.
Awesome you are working out and eating well. It feels great, eh? I fell off the wagon last night with greasy pizza… mmmm, grease.
Mmmmm…pizza. God, I want a pizza. I was just telling Dee about how, when I had dad’s bachelor pad all to myself and the credit card that got me my 18th birthday present of responsibility, I used to order a pepperoni pizza and a mexican pizza and eat both of ‘em in a single sitting. I did that at least once a week – after work at Baskin Robbins and eating free ice cream all night. It’s a wonder my heart is still beating.
Nice, man, two pizzas in one sitting. The worst I’ve ever eaten was when I worked at Taco Bell (for three weeks before telling them to kiss my grits). I used to make quadruple decker tacos with nacho cheese all over the top. Man, that was good stuff.
I haven’t been able to work out since Friday afternoon, before the hell began. I actually wanted pizza last night, but ate Wendy’s instead and the fact that I’m alive this morning must mean things are ok in my digestive world!