Showing posts with label bad day/week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad day/week. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

stalled....

I made it to the gym Monday.
Had my first go at the programme my PT wrote me.
and then Tuesday arvo came around, my glands swelled up, my throat got all scratchy and I went home via the gym to cancel the PT session Wed morning coz I felt like shite.
Doctor's appointment Friday arvo and I apparently picked up a cold/flu virus somewhere (gosh.. gee whiz where could that have been from?) and am supposed to rest and recuperate... right. So I'll leave off going back until this coming Wednesday when I have anther PT session due.

Wank bugger damn shit crap darn it.

So I have no idea on how much I weigh besides too much... I'm feeling somewhat miffed at myself and at my immune system.

I promise, Phish, that I will come up with something brilliant and inspiring to post as soon as I can.

argh!

*MissE goes of to pound her head on the wall for a while... and feed the cat before he eats her ankles in protest*

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Bad week

So I went to the gym Monday.
I did a bit of walking to warm up and then did my weights (added in the bicep curl machine for variety) and finished with some cross trainer.
Ended up rather dizzy and light headed so went and sat down for a while before doing my stretches.

And then I weighed myself.

Talk about a downer... and I don't mean my weight. That was not down at all. That was up 5 fracking kilos is what that was.

I was soooo utterly depressed by those stupid numbers.
And part of me wanted to disappear into the nearest junk food supply and chow down until the year ends.
A completely irrational and stupid response, I know. And one I didn't end up indulging.

But it kinda knocked the wind outta my sails, so to speak. And last week was a bad one - I didn't get to the gym at all after Wednesday. And I ate more than I should have. ARGH! I'm fighting major stresser-triggers for emotional eating at the moment. Stupid work. Stupid uni. But... gym tomorrow. PT with the little blonde nazi... I'll tell her and she'll get me moving.

And my arms really hurt - the muscles on the inside bend of my elbows... talk about OW!