If you’ve been reading my blog for the last couple of weeks, you already know that I’ve been working on making changes in my life that should ultimately make me happier. The first section of my “plan of action” had to do with organizing my gmail inbox and beginning to use Google Calendar.
Both of these changes improved my state of being almost immediately. There is something so satisfying about getting organized and feeling in control of my life. I kept fairly consistent with the schedule for several days. Unfortunately, when the disaster in Japan began to unfold last week, I started to falter. It is very hard to force myself into bed at 11:30pm when I really want to be staring at the news. Also, while I hadn’t really begun to discuss this on the blog, I had started to attempt taming my wild emotional eating habits, and well, as you might guess, that hasn’t been going very well either.
Don’t worry though, I haven’t fallen off the wagon completely.
I’ve kept up with my exercise that was on the calendar for the most part. On Sunday I participated in DSE’s St. Patrick’s Day 5K, which I will blog about once the official results are posted (I forgot my time…racer fail!). I didn’t really want to, as I was exhausted, but I was glad I did. It felt good to be outside. So good that I walked home from the waterfront and then walked back to it for work. I didn’t go to the gym on Monday, as I was still somewhat sore from all of the activity on Sunday, but I did walk to work. Then today, I went to Cardio Kick, as scheduled.
Something really weird happened at Cardio Kick though.
I worked really hard today. Much harder than I normally do. Very strong punches and lots of pumped up jumps, which I sometimes leave out due to my left knee (I sometimes have difficulties with it and it usually is very stiff in kick). I just had a lot of energy to burn. I burned it all off before the end of the class though, and by the time we got down to the last 5 minutes, I was spent. During the cool down we do a lot of arm exercises that involve holding your arms up for a really long time. Today, I was so tired, I dropped them several times. At some point, the teacher started yelling, “GET THOSE ARMS UP! STOP BEING LAZY!” Now, she may’ve not been talking to me…I didn’t look around to see who else was slacking, but suddenly, out of nowhere, I got angry. It was weird. It was like being in an episode of the Biggest Loser with Jillian Michaels yelling at you until you cry and have an emotional breakthrough.
I didn’t cry though. Maybe the emotional breakthrough is coming?
I don’t know. It was just weird. Normally I would probably use that as motivation to finish strong, but today, the only thought going through my head was a particular saying that, well, I don’t really want to print on my blog!
As soon as class was over, it all went away. I felt fine. Strong. Glad I came to class. I don’t know. It was just weird….
I think I better start following my sleep schedule again….I’m apparently getting cranky and am on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum…how unbecoming!
Coming up tomorrow (hopefully), the next step in my plan of action. It involves this:
Any of you ever have a Jillian Michaels moment at the gym? Or is it just me?