-----Author's Note----
The following and all proceeding entries have an air of melancholy and defeatist. They are full of excuses, and were written by a depressed me. More recently I've taken control of my mood and I CHOOSE to be positive from now on. I will leave the previous entries published so that I can remember where I came from and where I don't want to go again. (There were some good days, but not many.)
This week has not been going well. I'm also going to start "this week" on last Saturday. But for now, I'm going to work backwards....
Does anyone want to know why I don't like it when someone is watching me exercise, in person? I'm good if they're doing it with me, or if they watch it after the fact. But if they're watching me while it's happening, they're judging me. If they're judging me; I am almost definitely going to mess up. This happened today. While doing Day 25 of my Beach Body Challenge schedule, and "rockin out" to Disco Groove, I twisted my ankle and fell over. My small toe is still numb, and when it happened; I swear all of the joints/bones in my foot cracked. So I'll be taking a break for a while, if not until tomorrow. Which is fine. I was planning on recording today, but the required equipment is now unavailable to me today, so that's not happening.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling gross, and then for Day 24 I was scheduled to do my least favorite of the Rockin Body classes: Rock It Out. Mostly because I feel weak when I cannot do all the pushups. I also didn't make my shake for breakfast yesterday, but opted for cereal instead. It seems that my body is getting used to the shakeology as fuel for it in the morning, and so I was not feeling up to the strenuous exercise that was this version of weight training. So I stopped halfway through because I was so tired and played Animal Crossing instead.
Tuesday; I don't remember Tuesday. I know I did what was scheduled for me, but that's it.
On Monday, it was Puese's first day of his new job. I was up with him before 7am, I did my Beach Body Challenge without incident, and everything was happy go lucky. Puese's old job issued him a weird card instead of a last paycheck, and our bank didn't know what to do with it, so all of the money is still on the card. Which really sucks because we did our food shopping for the party, and I wasn't anticipating having to spend the money in the account on that, but we figured it out, and it't now fine.
Sunday we did our usual grocery shopping/meal planning, but we also had to finish purchasing all of the items he needed for work, and all the items we need for our engagement party this coming Saturday. Neither of us wanted to go shopping again, we get shopped out pretty fast, and we'd already been several times since the week before. After trying several stores for slacks that would fit my tall man, and medium sized button up shirts that would fit his long arms, we finally got all of his items. Once we got to find the stuff for the party; I just grabbed a bunch of items I thought we'd need without thinking it through much, and got out of there... By this time it was after church hours and all grocery stores are packed. Trader Joes is NO EXCEPTION. Not only was I not wanting to be in any store packed with people, they also didn't have everything we needed. So in the midst of shopping, Puese and I had to compromise and agree on what we'd eat this week. Then my debit card didn't work. Neither did my joint account with my mom. Turns out, not all of our money was where it was supposed to be, so after some creative financial maneuvering on my part, we finally got out of there with all of our groceries in tow. After that I had the lovely task of finding out exactly where my money was, and how to get it into the correct places.
Saturday was my day of stressing out about the Engagement party. Not only did I realize that I hadn't planned on what I was going to wear to it, but I kept getting these really annoying questions that I thought we'd already worked through from people. Turns out stating a request twice on an invite with two requests, means people will only focus on the first requested. So; if everyone is like this one family member; then the only food we'll have at our party is the cheese and crackers and meats platters that I am bringing. Otherwise on Saturday; we once again had to go shopping.
On top of all of this; I am feeling really low because I am not seeing results from this Beach Body Challenge. No visible changes.
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