I did some great stuff for me today, and well, OK, this isn't the most pleasant of posts, but I think it goes without saying that I am rarely appropriate. I will try to word this delicately for those with weak stomachs.
The one thing I am doing well right now that I can think of is I am sugar free for 6 days now and other than a low grade headache for the past 5 days and an overwhelming urge to have a Lemon Iced Tea today (which I didn't) I haven't really noticed the lack of sugar in my diet. We have also made a Hedwack decision to exercise every night. This way if we have to miss a day for whatever reason we are only missing 1/7 workouts instead of 3/7 and don't need to try to make a plan to find time to run the missed session.
I am so proud of G and T tonight. G did a 'real' workout instead of the usual mamby pamby stroll around the park, making excuses to not walk, like my feet hurt or I hurt my shoulder and the time he spends trying to chat with Sophie and me instead of walking at a pace more appropriate for his body type and fitness levels...so what if his motivation was from Sophie and her clever "I'll give you a dollar for every time you lap me."
T did something so completely T style, and it's one of the things I love about him. He wants to make a running plan to keep him focussed, set goals and monitor progress. He gets this planning thing from his awesome mother, who is very good at goal setting and has taught/encouraged him well.
Now on to my dilemma. today I treated myself to a massage...well, treated isn't exactly the right word. We were in the shops, my shoulder is sore, I had a massage, and the leakage started...my nose started dripping. All of a sudden. like in a 10 second span of time, my nose got blocked up and then started dripping...nothing more annoying than a dripping nose during a massage...except for what happens when I have been walking.
I am also drinking more water...you don't have to be a genius to know what kind of leaking that causes...and this is coming from a teacher who has to time her breaks...so far I have made it, but I have to remember to go at every opportunity.
Every single night I have been walking, by the fourth lap of the park I gotz to go poops. I guess that it's a good thing...I'm still regular after cutting sugar, which can be a problem because of the amount of fruit you cut out, but man the walking gets me going.
Ok, so gross part over. Synopsis of the week gone by. No sugar, no biggie...so far. Let's see what report writing for the next 6 weeks does to me.
Do some yoga :)
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