Dateline 1-17-2017

Last night I learned that sometimes it's good to just give in and give up. Since the start of the new year, I've been focusing on my health. Week one, I just started to get moving while watching what I ate. I would do at least a hundred jumping jacks a day followed by a real quick kettlebell workout. As far as food went, I was just kind of watching what I ate.

Week two was pretty much the same only, I add more of a guideline to my diet as I've incorporated Slim Fast into my plan. This has cut my calorie intake down to about 2000 calories a day. On an average day, the only exercise I get is what I plan other than that it's all sitting unless I decide to walk to the store, so I don't really feel any lack of energy even though I'm under my recommended calorie intake even with weight loss in mind.  

Last week, I received a Fitbit and replaced my lame workout plan with a walking regiment that keeps me active throughout the day. Again, it's not a high impact routine but I'm moving and can already feel my clothes fitting the way that they should. 

All the effort gave me a false confidence that I could pull off what turned out to be a pretty intense hike to be able to witness my uncle getting married. I made it through the hike but thought I was going to die. I don't feel all that bad though because even my healthy family members felt beat up after the walk.

When I woke yesterday, I was feeling sort of fine. My muscles felt just as sore as they've been since I started the year leading me to believe that I conquered the day. Then, as the day went on, I found myself walking slower and slower and feeling very drained. I haven't been sleeping well all that lately so I thought that might be something to blame.

By the end of the day, my step count was very low which meant that my evening dog walk was supposed to be very long. I've been a little worried about her because she has a sore muscle walk as well but she goes nuts whenever she sees her leash and pulls like an Iditarod dog so I think she's fine.

Things started out slow as each step was a chore. I thought I could make it through the entire walk but I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant and would take almost twice the time as the usual routine but by the time I hit the halfway mark, things just started to feel wrong.

Luckily, the way I walk the neighborhood, utilizing the many cul-de-sac to tack on steps, I'm never too far away from the start making it real easy to swing back by the house to get supplies to pick up where I left off. So when I started to feel light headed it didn't take much thinking to opt to head home.

Not only was I getting dizzy, but I was beginning to regret my choice of shoes. The plan was to walk home, rehydrate, switch out my shoes and head back out to pick up where I left off, only to end up crashing in my bed the moment I walk through the door. It was by no means a collapse that leaves me feeling concerned but I did pass out the second my head hit the pillow even though that was the furthest thing from what I wanted to do.

It wasn't even midnight yet and I still had things to write but apparently, I'm exhausted and my body knew what was right. It's now the earliest that I've been up for quite some time. I'm feeling better rested but a little behind, so my plan for the day is to get all my blog stuff done before I would usually awake then work on building a backlog of Saturday Night Live reviews to get ahead of my other challenge that I'm doing on this site.

Now it's time to write the review that I was supposed to start last night.

Talk to you soon with said review,

The Wicker Breaker