I feel like a slug.
I made a conscious decision to take Friday as a rest day, in anticipation of walking 11+ miles on Saturday. I was all enthusiastic about walking in the snow - I was READY!
Until a) I ended up sleeping in a lot later than usual on Friday, forgot to plug in the crockpot so dinner was late, and only remembered I needed to get to bed early once it was too late to make that happen and then b) I got up Saturday morning (after 3 hours of sleep) to find out the temperature wasn't even going to MAKE it to 20 degrees before 8am and the wind chill was 4 degrees. I was actually waking up pretty well, so I was tempted to try it anyway. But 4 degrees? Neither my daughter nor I have lungs that deal well with super cold temperatures. We did okay in the 30s thanks to my inhaler, but that number worried me. I think if it'd been one or the other (no sleep vs. 4 degrees) I'd have gone ahead and given it a shot, but the combination just seemed a little risky to me. So I called my daughter, begged off, and went back to bed. And then slept until 2:30 PM, thus pretty much blowing Saturday all to heck. Oh we had a lovely dinner at around 10:30 PM and an even lovelier date night ('cause they are always awesome, seriously), but between that and then sleeping until afternoon today I feel like I slept the entire weekend away.
So yeah. Slug. It doesn't help that I didn't eat terribly well either. 'Yote pointed out to me tonight that my cycle this month was "more typical" (as in, typical for most women, not specifically typical for me) than usual, noting the massive need to inhume tons of chocolate that I normally don't have to contend with. So I guess I can chalk some of it up to that, but still. I think I'm still laboring under the massive pile of work stress that just doesn't seem to let up. You'd think I could shake it off on my days off...not so much, apparently.
And honestly, if I could have just stayed in bed until tomorrow I'd have been happier. I so so so so SO don't want to be here (at work) right now. I've had the mainframe maintenance looming over my head the whole time I've been off, trying desparately not to think about it too hard . *sighs* Nothing but to just muscle through it and hope it isn't as horrible as last time, I guess.
Tonight as I was getting ready for work, my new size 16 pants felt a little tighter than they had. This is NOT acceptible.
So whatever else happens today (well, assuming I get off at 7am as I requested to cover those 4 hours per pay period I don't get overtime for like everybody else since they moved me back to 9p-9a as of today dammit - not like anyone bothered to respond to the e-mail to let me know if it was okay or not), the daughter and I will be hitting the gym. I need back on that horse. Plus, I suspect part of my current malaise is simply due to the fact that I haven't exercised in 3 days - the guilt of not going on Saturday notwithstanding, I'm just not used to inactivity, and I think the body doesn't like it much.
I can do this.