Snaps first: I am proud of myself for not eating ALL my feelings. In the past, I would have driven straight to the nearest drive-thru and order myself a large serving of fries or pop open a carton of Ben and Jerry’s, and not stop until I saw the bottom.
Rather, I ate an extra serving of sugar-free, fat free Jell-O, and I partook in the bread basket at the restaurant my husband took me too.
For shame I know, especially since there are really no excuses while in competition-mode. But I was on the verge of insanity and exhausted.
That’s another thing. I have been utterly exhausted. The exhaustion began three weeks before I started training. By the time I began training, I was feeling a lot more energenetic. And up until last week, I was good.
After my husband’s birthday a few weeks back, I HAD to take a long nap. I had to get up to study for a quiz, otherwise I probably would have slept all until Monday morning. A couple days later, I was napping again. I ended up getting it together, but this past weekend, I couldn’t get off the couch, or ground, or bed … depending on where I ended up.
It was nap, get up and walk a few feet, lay down and nap again. I wasn’t dizzy or sick; just exhausted.
I was so frustrated that I spent a majority of the short weekend I was able to have with my husband asleep. Finally, on Sunday night, I propped myself up at the kitchen table, knowing that as long as I was sitting in the hard wooden chair, I would not fall sleep.
I don’t know if I was fighting something, or it’s a symptom of the “funk.”
Regardless, I didn’t miss a workout and I’m right back at the week, complete with three clinical make-up days and a final. Let’s just hope my energy can make me a bit more peppy and less stressed since I’m only 9 weeks out!