Up at 5:30 this morning to add 20 min of pilates onto my 15 min morning free weights routine. *Damn* I am out of shape.
This thing with having a chronic illness is that you just notice more when you’re lazy about taking care of yourself. During the last couple of weeks of sporadic workouts and weird food, I’ve been experiencing some mysterious aches and pains – especially in my core – and inflammation. There is likely also weight gain tied to this, as my clothes aren’t feeling so hot on me, either. I just can’t get away with letting things slide for a few weeks. I just feel it too much now.
Not that there’s been complete fail, mind. I still bike to work 5 days a week, do my morning weight routine 5 days a week, and even during last week’s laziness, I still worked out for 20 min on the elliptical twice that week. It’s just that… well, it’s not enough for somebody with a sendentary job and wonky immune system.
A couple of weeks of pilates and getting back on track with my after-work workouts on the elliptical should help. 5 days a week pilates, 4 days on the elliptical – in addition to weights and bike riding commute – should do the trick.
I’ve also been combating some hunger issues. I’d been getting wacky-hungry at work between 9-10am and vainly searching for food. Some of this is just stress eating, but it’s stress eating triggered by mild hunger. I went ahead and added a little more protein to breakfast – two scrambled eggs w/spinach in the morning instead of just one egg – and that seems to have done the trick (an extra 70 calorie egg in the morning beats a 350 calorie english muffin with peanut butter at 10am).
As we head toward the holidays, I’m being more mindful of what I eat. One of the drawbacks to getting the pump is that it made me a lot less careful with what I ate – and my #s and my body are paying for that. It’s time to stop. I’m a carb addict, which means it’s incredibly hard to change my habits when I get used to indulging again. Too much “well, it’s the holidays!” means shitty sugar numbers, shitty health, and shitty mood.
And you know, I’d like to stick around those extra 15 years.