Saturday, March 12, 2011
Sick, tired, but still losing
The last two to three weeks have just been tough.
I'm not the kind of person that easily succumbs to illness, but a flu-turned-cold-turned-really-bad-cough left me bedridden for almost a week, and even now, exertion beyond mild walking sends me into a coughing frenzy. Needless to say, I haven't been hanging out at the gym, dance studio, or pool.
I miss it. Big time.
But I also - after many years of pushing too hard - have learned that getting healthy needs to be priority. Work is crazy busy, I have a number of fun side projects on the go, and I'm on a super tight deadline for my novel. None of that stuff was tackled while I was sick. And, aside from two loaves of banana bread, I haven't been holding up my end of the deal on the domestic side of life.
Understandably, I hesitated before stepping on the scale this morning. Surely I'd gained back the 15 pounds I'd lost, right?
Wrong. I weighed in at 188, which means I've lost 17 pounds since January 1, 2011.
The relief almost sent me straight to the gym for spin class.
I'm spending the weekend working on writing and editing, hanging out with my family, catching up on laundry, cleaning and baking, and hopefully by Monday, the gym won't look so daunting. I doubt I'll be running 5 km yet (though I need to get training for a race my dear friend Cristy and I are doing at the end of April), and I can't see myself enduring Salsa Burn and Fit Hop in the same night - but I am going to start eating properly again, and ease into a work-out schedule that allows me to heal.
I know, that sounds logical. But for me, it represents tremendous growth because even last year, this "pause" in the regime would have sent me back to square one. I admit, the loss on the scale is the majority of that inspiration - but I refuse to beat myself up over that.
17 pounds is pretty darn good in two and a half months.
Now let's see if I can shed another 5 before Sue and I head to Vegas next month.
Current weight: 188
Goal Weight: 150