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You missed out on my complete and utter uselessness yesterday. I started the diet Monday, but it was probably the unrelated part where I decided to go off of caffeine for a month that really did me in. I was listless and headachey and so, so tired. Every time I closed my eyes or propped my head up, the next thing I knew I was jolting awake. Ugh.
Yet somehow, Lady still managed to drag my wilted ass to crossfit. It was our first official WOD class - the last four weeks we'd been working with a personal trainer on the basics. And after the initial being late and feeling like a dumbass, it actually wasn't all that bad. It was timed, so we both completely the actual workout, just maybe a minute or two later than everyone else. It's fine. And now my arms are deliciously sore from slamming a 10lb ball against the floor. But now I really will have no excuse next time I don't feel like going, because if I were to skip any day when I wasn't horribly ill, that should've been it. Probably a good thing.
Oh, and on the caffeine deprivation: I realized I have never actually gone more than a day in the last thirteen years without some form of caffeine. I started with cappuccinos when I was eleven and even when I quit coffee due to my anxiety, I transitioned into drinking tea. Even those days when I didn't have tea, I took excedrin. I had headaches then. And I was tired then. But not quite like this.
It's not a permanent thing - I love my tea and coffee way too much for that. But my anxiety has been creeping back of late and I need to par down my consumption a bit before it gets out of hand. And for some reason, it's easiest for me to deprive myself of things when I'm already depriving myself, so piggy-backing with this 30-day diet seemed a good idea. I just hope it still seems like a good idea by the end of this week. Ugh.
Unrelated: On Aug 2, 2010, we moved into our apartment in Tucson. Lookie here, it's been a full year. I can both believe it and not believe it, but mostly I want to save my recollection post for tomorrow, when my brain is (hopefully) a bit more functional.
Yet somehow, Lady still managed to drag my wilted ass to crossfit. It was our first official WOD class - the last four weeks we'd been working with a personal trainer on the basics. And after the initial being late and feeling like a dumbass, it actually wasn't all that bad. It was timed, so we both completely the actual workout, just maybe a minute or two later than everyone else. It's fine. And now my arms are deliciously sore from slamming a 10lb ball against the floor. But now I really will have no excuse next time I don't feel like going, because if I were to skip any day when I wasn't horribly ill, that should've been it. Probably a good thing.
Oh, and on the caffeine deprivation: I realized I have never actually gone more than a day in the last thirteen years without some form of caffeine. I started with cappuccinos when I was eleven and even when I quit coffee due to my anxiety, I transitioned into drinking tea. Even those days when I didn't have tea, I took excedrin. I had headaches then. And I was tired then. But not quite like this.
It's not a permanent thing - I love my tea and coffee way too much for that. But my anxiety has been creeping back of late and I need to par down my consumption a bit before it gets out of hand. And for some reason, it's easiest for me to deprive myself of things when I'm already depriving myself, so piggy-backing with this 30-day diet seemed a good idea. I just hope it still seems like a good idea by the end of this week. Ugh.
Unrelated: On Aug 2, 2010, we moved into our apartment in Tucson. Lookie here, it's been a full year. I can both believe it and not believe it, but mostly I want to save my recollection post for tomorrow, when my brain is (hopefully) a bit more functional.
