Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
Oh, The Agony
Why does my computer wait until I open it to write to do it's updating? So annoying. A pop up comes across the screen telling me I have 14 minutes and a countdown of seconds before it shuts down for updates (which take forever). Lame. So, I have 14 minutes to tell you about how hard I sucked at life today.
I didn't get out of bed until a little after 5:30pm. I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't doing anything, really. Just scrolling Instagram, watching makeup and hair tutorials. Shit I couldn't care less about and have no intentions of ever trying to replicated. I just didn't feel like trying today. The very idea of getting up, dressing, moving, living, seemed beyond daunting and totally unnecessary. But then I remembered that I needed to get my steps in and somehow I managed to drag my self out of bed. Like I was rescuing myself from quicksand. Why are normal things (like getting out of bed) so damn hard for me? Why is depression so mean? And why is the OCD fear of not getting that little "atta girl" in S Health the only motivation that seems to keep me going?
I took the kids with me to the gym. The worst of the weather is behind us, but it was still a typical fall day. Blustery winds, driving rain, yuck. There was no walking outside or going to the park. We went to Central Market and had a quick dinner, then went across the street to the gym. I didn't go to the gym much at all in the summer, and that was intentional. I would much rather be outside hiking and enjoying nature than indoors working out on equipment, but now that the gross weather is here, I'm grateful for Snap Fitness. I got my steps in, did the lower body and back weight machines, and did a little stretching. I would have stayed longer, but the kids were getting antsy. I fully intended to do my yoga, anyway.
I'm still sore from the weight routine I did a couple days ago, which made yoga a bit more challenging tonight. My hips and hamstrings were terribly stiff. So, I spent a little more time holding my stretches and trying to loosen those muscles up. Oh, the agony. It was the good kind of hurt, but man did it! It's funny how yoga makes weight training easier, but weight training makes yoga more challenging. At least initially. I'll be glad when I start building more strength in my weaker muscle groups (like my glutes and hams). I'm looking forward to being able to expand my practice and start doing more ambitious poses. Eventually.
5 minute warning. My computer is so annoying. Ugh. I should go.
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