I’m having a down-energy day. Yesterday afternoon, I got a headache that got worse and worse at the night wore on. The kind that made it difficult to walk, since the action of my foot hitting the ground sent vibrations up into my skull that were absolutely intolerable.
It had been months and months since I’d really suffered like that. I don’t know if it was a migraine, and I’ve never been diagnosed with them, but wow-oh-wow, if there is a worse headache than the one I had, then there are some people who are suffering out there.
When I woke up (and thank goodness I was able to sleep), I felt pretty good, but kind of hung over in a way. We walked the dogs—first time I’ve done that in four or five days—and I could sense, while we were walking, that there was a possibility the headache was coming back.
That was about 10 this morning, and so far, it has not returned. I have taken things pretty easy, working, but taking frequent breaks to get a carrot or drink some water or stretch while unloading the dishwasher or flipping laundry.
What I really am struggling with is wanting something sweet. I actually bought a bar of dark chocolate so that I can have an ounce at the end of the day if I still have a craving. Even though I bought that (healthier) chocolate, I also ate six frozen M&Ms right out of the zipper bag in the freezer. I drove toward a bakery while I was doing errands, but managed to force myself into the thrift store across the street instead, where I bought a painting to channel my urge to spend money and treat myself.
I’m trying to finish up a project that simply needs to leave my hands and go on to the next reviewer. Once I’ve done that, I’m going to go walk at the gym. I’m not going to try to walk fast or particularly far, but I am going to aim to be on the move for at least 45 minutes. Maybe I’ll hit the elliptical so I can watch TV and distract myself.
I’m disappointed that I let that detox get the better of me and knock me off my exercise schedule. I know it won’t take too long for me to bounce back, but I’m angry that I let myself wimp out, and that I forced myself to follow an eating plan that really wasn’t working well for me. I’m also bummed that I was only 2 runs away from completing the 9-week Couch to 5K, because I think it’ll be at least a week before I’m able to run for an entire 30 minutes without popping a lung.
Sorry to wallow. I’m having some yogurt with cinnamon and walnuts now to perk me up and even out my blood sugar. The sun has come out (today has been rain/sun/rain/blinding sun/rain/gloom/sun/gloom so far, so glad sun is back), and I know I can turn it around. If I can lose 70 pounds, I can shake this feeling. Go, me!