As we speak it is my lady time, and today I’m really feeling it. Mainly, in how it’s affecting my desire to be active. I started out the day with a bang (as it was my morning off): Woke up early, drove out to the DMV, took the Oregon Driver Knowledge Test (passed with flying colors), got myself a brand spanking new Oregon license (RIP happy colorful bright pink CT license), and came back home with the rest of the morning and afternoon at my fingertips.
I live right across from a sports field with an immaculate track that I have yet to run on. As I pulled into my building lot, I thought, “Today is the day I run!” The sun was out but it wasn’t warm yet, it was perfect. I went up to my apartment and… vegged out. I did nothing. I promptly plopped down in my bedroom, drew my curtains closed, and watched episodes of Louis C.K. Then I made a meal. Then I took a 2 hour nap. Then I woke up and went to work at the theatre. Today has, by far, been the least active day I’ve had since I joined WW. According to Fiona, I still have nearly 2/3 of my daily activity left to do, and it’s already nearly 8:30pm (and I’m still at work).
Maybe one lazy day in 12 is okay. Considering all I want to do is veg, sleep, stay in my pj’s and eat copious amounts of peanut M&M’s, I’m doing better than my usual habits preceeding these newer ones. I’m still within my WW points allowance, and I’ve barely consumed 1/5 of my weekly splurge points, and weigh-in is in two days.
I just can’t let this one week out of every month defeat me. I can allow for a lazy day though, right? I’m not much use all bloaty and fatigue-y. Plus I did literally three days worth of activity on Tuesday. So, I refuse to be hard on myself. All things considered, I’m still doing alright. As long as peanut M&M’s stay out of my presence, I’ll do just fine.