What a wretched week, causing loads of gloom. I’ve not been exercising, we’ve arrived home in the dark and eaten leftovers from the freezer, I can’t be bothered with hauswerk or writing lists of ActionItems, I’m drinking too much wine and I’m getting recurring Giant, Hideous cold-sores on my bottom lip. Oh and I spent last night quietly sobbing in bed while Don was asleep.
This is Really Not Good.
I really, really didn’t want to, but I forced myself to the gym this morning and thought I might shake things up by giving the running portion of this treadmill workout a bash.
Once started I had to modify it a bit – I am appalled at how much my fitness level has declined in the past couple of months since the knee injury. And I’ve put on five kg – FIVE!!
Let’s not even talk about my failed attempt at the pull-up machine! Argh!
I’m walking roughly 4km a day, but that is clearly not enough to make a difference. I really need to make regular exercise my absolute priority because it is the Big Thing that will make this horribleness go away.
Also, I need to force myself to do Nice Things for myself, or indeed Things in general, because that will help too.