It's 11:30 and long past my bedtime, well in an ideal world that is, but I forgot I'd made this commitment to writing in here every day. Why, oh I don't know. I want to keep track of the highs and lows of my challenge. One day, people may actually read this blog, and I want them to have some back entries to turn to.
Anyway, I'd mentioned yesterday that I lay on the beach without any sunscreen or water yesterday for the first time this season; up until yesterday, we'd basically been in winter. Well, not exactly, but it definitely hadn't started bikini season yet. So I was feeling amazing and great yesterday and I went to sleep on cloud 9.
I even had fantasies about waking up at 5:20 this morning to go to the early morning class. Insert PeeWee Herman's laugh at this point if you're familiar with such a thing. It sounds like this: haHA!
Not a chance!
I woke up at 7, feeling like I'd been bulldozed. I got ready for work inna total haze and tried to dress myself in a bizarre, comfy outfit consisting of short shorts and a sports bra under a baggy tank top, clearly NOT business casual (luckily I had the sense to change) I could barely walk to the train my right hip was aching so badly (God only knows why) and I was just weak: completely in a weakened state.
Now I have to admit here that I am doing something rather foolish but it's just that I am a bridesmaid in two weeks and I just wanted to shed a few pounds. Yes I am on a diet. No I'm not eating enough calories to support my lifestyle. End of story for now - yes there are more details than that but the bottom line is I just want to get down to a certain magical number on the scale for this durn wedding and then after that I will ease up a bit. Ok I'll digress: Low carb style eating is effective for weightloss for me but I just loathe it and also it makes me feel like shit. So I have to carb it up. Not massively, but I'm sorry veg and fruit alone is not carb enough, not by a long shot. So that means I have to do low cal, if there's any hope of shedding a few pounds. I'm in a transition phase.
Also, throughout the week I've been doing a wee bit of interval and weight training.
So yes, I woke up this morning feeling like I was about 80 years old. Luckily I had prepped a fantastically healthy and filling lunch so I really indulged, and by the afternoon I was feeling better. Not 100%, though. It's really quite hot here and I think that might be adding to the lethargy, not to mention my sunburn. But intuitively I feel that the main culprit is dehydration. So I really tried to wawa it up but I still had 2 coffees...and I could have done with another 500 ml of water evenly drunk throughout the morning. I've got to stay on top of that tomorrow. I tend to forget to drink and then chug, which isn't as efficient a hydration method, imo.
After trying to relax a bit I trudged into my studio at 7:15 pm this evening like I'd been conscripted for the army. Everyone got a heavy dose of my moaning (and they were very good about it! they humoured me, lets put it that way!) This is not normal behaviour, I'll have you know. Everyone else is all perks and smiles and jazzy little outfits. It's only me that keeps carrying on about being on a challenge as though some unseen force is making me do this. The funny thing is that I am the only one doing the 50 day "guru challenge", as it's being called. There are sone doing the 30 day. But only crazy I am doing the 50 day. I keep having to remind myself that I'm the one that signed up for this!
So something very strange happened: one moment we'd begun pranayama breathing and the next SECOND (it felt like) we were already starting half moon. I thought the teacher was joking! Seriously. I even looked around again and again, utterly confused, my knuckles still glued to my chin, but when I realized no one else was acting like anything else was amiss, I figured that I had gone into full speed autopilot for virtually all of pranayama breathing, both sets. Yikes. It turns out I remember what I had been thinking about: a recipe I'd read online about these oat blueberry muffins. Yup. The idea of baking and eating those delicious muffins so consumed me it was as though I'd "lost time", as people claim to do when they are abducted! Yeah I really need to eat something...!
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