Arguably not. The FFF 2.0 boat has actually sailed and i missed it. Sigh.
I am in some kind of a mood. Feel free to walk away now.
I should have posted when I was on vacation. No, seriously. I had a lovely, lovely vacation. Great weather. Trips to the beach. Lots of walking – in the city, on the beach, by the waterfront. MP and his scooter were good walking companions. Lots of good food. In general just a lovely time.
I did over 11,000 steps on two days. I slept about 8 hours a couple of nights. I felt like a new woman.
Apparently I need to retire for real to be healthy. Unfortunately, that is not happening.
I read the 2nd chapter of the Willpower book. There was all kinds of data cited and stories told. The assignment for this week is:
- Breathe your way to self-control. Slow down your breathing to four to six breaths per minute to shift into the physiological state of self-control.
- The five-minute green willpower fill-up. Get active outdoors—even just a walk around the block—to reduce stress, improve your mood, and boost motivation.
- Zzzzzzzzzz. Undo the effects of sleep deprivation with a nap or one good night’s sleep.
- Relax to restore your willpower reserve. Lie down, breathe deeply, and let the physiological relaxation response help you recover from the demands of self-control and daily stress.
McGonigal Ph.D., Kelly. The Willpower Instinct (p. 54). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
Y’all. They basically just said “Get more sleep, exercise, relax, and practice breathing slowly.” This is not new advice. Not rocket science. Not startling revelations. So I laughed. I thought, “Ok, I can do this.”
And I did. While I was on vacation.
Back at home? In bed at 9:00 – back up at 2 a.m. 2,500 steps a day. Mentally, running in place on a hamster wheel. Silly girl.
I’ve gained back 10 pounds. I can’t quit eating. Ok, apparently I won’t quit eating. My glucose levels are great – and I’m pretty sure that’s got to be because my new meter doesn’t work right. No, seriously. I don’t know how else to explain it.
In the last month, my average step count has been 5,300. In the last week, it’s been 5,600. And that counts an 11,000 day. Sad. And now I’m at that point of lethargy where I don’t care. I don’t want to move. I just want to be a big ole slug.
Plus none of the things I’m doing to get clients are working. None of them. We won’t starve or anything, but I hate this. I feel like the quintessential failure.
Anyhow. Here i am. I think this post might sound more bitter than I actually am. I feel more like I”m watching a train wreck from a distance.
But spring starts next week, and hope springs eternal. Tomorrow is a new beginning. As Eleanor Roosevelt said:
“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.”