The Slow Road to Recovery
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 12 Feb 2008 14:12:00 GMT
The last 1.5 years have been really rough for me and as a result I’ve developed bad eating habits and have not worked at staying fit. Twenty extra pounds later (yes it’s there, I have small bones, but proportions still work, so shush), I’ve found myself feeling icky, insecure, and exhausted.
Now that I’ve removed some measure of stress from my life, and have time to focus on getting back up to where I should be health-wise, I’m slowly feeling better.
I’ve been phasing better foods into my diet and phasing not-so-good foods out. This week I’ve been counting calories and started going back to the gym. I’m drinking more water also, although I’m sure not as much as I should be.
Today is the first day in a long time that I woke up feeling good. Not great, but good.
I was out cold by 10:20 last night. My eyes popped open before my alarm this morning, and that was a nice surprise. I usually set my alarm for 5:45 (and my clock is actually fifteen minutes fast, so that’s really 5:30) and then I hit the snooze a hundred times before rolling out of bed in time to rush around the house, trying to get out the door before I’m late.
But this morning, I got up, and I had everything ready for me (because I was smart and laid out my clothes, etc. before bed last night). I had a fairly leisurely morning. I even had time to eat a bowl of oatmeal and read a chapter from Leviticus.
I was ready and out the door…breakfast in tummy, makeup on, hair done, lunch packed, etc., by 6:36 AM. I got to the park & ride in plenty of time to find good parking, pull out my ipod, pick the music I wanted to listen to, lock the car door and mosey over to the bus stop bench. I only had to wait there for about three minutes. I got a window seat on the bus, was dropped off at campus at 7:15, walked three blocks to my office and unlocked the door at 7:27, three minutes early.
It was a good morning and I think part of it is that I felt good. I was able to focus and do what I needed to do without rushing, partly because I planned and partly because my body is getting better. I have a little more energy. My brain works a little better now. I’m a little more rested. My stomach doesn’t hurt as bad. My shoulders are not as knotted up. It’s glorious.
I hope that two months from now, I wake up feeling great. That will be nice.
