And now, a wallow in self-pity
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I walked yesterday morning. It was my first exercise in over a week. It was a slow walk, too (about 3 mph). Yesterday, I toyed with the idea of bringing my bike to work today and riding it home tonight. My motivation was probably to miss out on our local NPR affiliate's pledge drive tomorrow (it's only one day, but it's still a pledge drive). I miss the bike, but there's no way I'm up for a ride.
I skipped the walk this morning. I'm still needing extra sleep. And drugs. It's been awhile since I've been too tired to exercise for this long. I'm hopeful I can ride this weekend. Anything to get back on the bike!
On the plus side, I forgot what an incredible appetite suppressant nasal decongestants can be. Despite my sloth, and still eating too much, I haven't gained any weight. At least I'm back to a regular eating schedule (as opposed to suddenly craving something hot & gooey and finding anything in the fridge that would suffice), and back to logging what I'm eating. And although I want to get out & exercise, I still think it's best if I don't. This type of chronic tiredness is unusual for me, and I associate it with fighting an infection. If I'm smart, I'll get to bed early tonight and get an extra hour or so of sleep.
And given my beloved Bulldogs' early exit from the NCAA Tournament, I won't need to stay up late watching college basketball.