Exercise five days a week

Because life’s a bitch who doesn’t even have an ounce of self-respect.

I didn’t work out on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or yesterday. And you know what? I’m probably not going to work out today, either.

Reasons:
~ Friday – Bill and I find out he’s leaving the day before my birthday for a month.
~ Saturday – My last day full day with Bill. I usually don’t work out on the weekends, anyway.
~ Sunday – I had to say goodbye to my boyfriend for a month due to his environmental consulting job shipping him up to Maine to do… well… I suppose environmental consulting.
~ Yesterday – Yesterday was my birthday. It was also my first full day alone. It was gray and rainy and wet all day, as if my loneliness needed any reinforcement to push it over into “depression”...
~ Today – Well, today I simply don’t feel like it. I’m still in a funk. I’ve been eating and sleeping irregularly (at first it was not at all. I had to resort to substance abuse for that). My body is tired but I can’t go to sleep because it’s only 4:15pm, and I don’t want to wake up before sunrise again today. I’ll get S.A.D. again.

This is a really bitchy entry. I know. But I’m all out of whack. Bill and I spent a year being long-distance due to his career and my school. I childishly feel like we’ve put in our fair share of time apart, so now that he’s gone away, I guess especially since he had to leave the day before my birthday, I’m a grumpy old waste of space.

Meh. Maybe by tomorrow, I’ll get back into the swing of things.

Now that I’m literally back on my feet again (stupid ankle injury), I’m ready to tackle this task…again. I am exercising fairly regularly, though the intensity of my activities varies depending on the day. Monday through Thursday is when I kick ass most: about an hour of kickboxing, 45 minutes of weight training, and twenty minutes of ab work (ten standing, ten lying down). I shove yoga in there whenever possible/necessary. That’s pretty intense and, when you calculate the time and energy energy involved, it’s pretty fair to say that I’m doing more in those four days than most are over the span of five. However, I do also do some mild weight training over the weekend and Bill and I go jogging if the weather permits, so I think that should count as my 5th day.

I’m not making this goal as done until I’m able to keep this routine up for a few more weeks.

The past three weeks have been nonexercise-y for me.

It started when my family invaded my house for a wedding. Preparation for said wedding took up most of my time, energy, and will to live. Then the wedding happened and the family was still here.

The last two weeks were spent cramming as much time with my best friend (Jesse) and a few others in heavy rotation. I’m usually not so social, but the end of the summer means the end of our time together. School is a great thing but it means long distances.

Anyway, many people are gone now and I start class tomorrow. If all goes according to plan, my school schedule will serve as the skeleton for the rest of my day. I’ll be able to compartmentalize. Walking when I wake up. Kickboxing or weight training before class. Yoga and work at night. Something like that.

I’m babbling.

Last week, I spent a couple of hours each day working on my body. I either lifted weights or kickboxed, and, I did a lot of yoga to warm up for five of those six days (I didn’t do it on the last day because I don’t like doing inverted poses and such while menstruating) and some mild tai chi to cool down. So, I feel pretty good about that.

Also, I think I need to buy heavier weights. It’s no longer a challenging workout for me, this routine, with the weights I’m using now. I think it’s the yoga that’s accelerating my strength.

I find myself feeling good about how I feel a little more often. I can’t complain about that. :)

I spent a few days away from home with a friend visiting others this week, so I couldn’t very well start kickboxing air in anyone’s random livingroom. I also hurt my foot up there. I don’t know what triggered it, but tendonitis gave my ankle a “remember me” kiss. We were walking all over, but no more than I’m usually used to. It was probably the rain. Anyway, I didn’t work out yesterday because of that.

But I’m about to work out right now, right?

Yes, right.