I did do one shot of tequila last night at the end of my shift. I was celebrating making it through the week, and the fact that I am probably not going to be playing there for a little while. As much grief as that club has given me I still miss the people who I got to know there. Anyway, compared to the way I used to drink there, a single shot is a victory.
Today I feel like I've been hit by a truck, and I really don't think it was the tequila. Not stuffy like Wednesday, but like my blood sugar is out of whack or something. I've been up about 7 hours today, and I'm ready to go back to bed. I haven't done much of anything today other than spend some time with my kids (Claire spent most of the day catching up from her work trip at the office).
Tomorrow I've got my Team Fit class at Lifetime and then I meet with Janelle at 9. She and I definitely need to talk carbs, because I think that is my problem today. I probably should have eaten more than I did yesterday considering the day I had. One good thing that comes of this gross feeling is that I'll be able to get back into my normal rhythm of sleep no problem.
So running did not happen today. I'm not officially training until next week, but I did plan on running and I'm not thrilled with myself that I didn't make it happen. Maybe I would have passed out, maybe it would have made me feel better. I'm terrible at reading what my body is telling me. That is something else that is going to need to change for me to be a runner and for me to maintain my weight loss. I feel like I have done something wrong, and I am a discouraged. If I am wore out from my run yesterday, than I may not be cut out for this. Tomorrow I will get some answers. Tonight I will get some rest.
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