Man, I am tired. Not like fall over dead tired, but just a bit drained. The weather has been crummy the last two days, which has kept me from biking and that doesn’t help, but with the boyfriend’s new job, there is certainly a period of adjustment to all these different patterns for alarms and such. The worst is when he has to go in at 5:30 AM. Holy crap is that just early enough for me to curse his alarm, and just quite late enough that it is hard for me to go back to sleep before my own alarm goes off.
It seems so strange to me that it is harder to get up between 5:00 and 5:30 in the morning to get the munchkin up and out the door and still get to work by 7:30 AM than it used to be when it was just the two of us. Maybe it is the old age (LOL) or maybe it is just that it hasn’t been part of the regular routine in some time and there is an adjustment period to all of it. I am sure it will come back to me eventually. I mostly just anticipate a bit more on the coffee consumption over the next few weeks, and a bit more of the blindly stumbling part as well.
The good news is that once the rain/crap weather clears up, it will be much easier to ride/track my rides. We were doing so well with our 7-20 mile rides 6 days a week. There is something quite meditative and peaceful about cycling and cycling for distance greater than just down the street. I made a promise to myself that if I can ride over 35 miles each week consistently for 6 months, I will consider upgrading the bike to something a bit more practical than my current bike.
Last week was an off week being that it was my birthday week and I had finals and a lot of other things on my plate, so the riding was shelved. But, one positive note was that we quite literally rode over 30 miles in less than 48 hours in the previous week, so I was not hurt to take a knee and rest this past week. Something that might be a potential option would be to find one of those indoor trainers that you can bring your bike into the house to ride for crappy weather days like yesterday and this morning.
Between the start of the year’s desire to get back the muscles and health that I lost during the whole gallbladder eviction, we have been eating more healthy, organic foods, drinking more fresh juices, cooking in accordance with a lactose and GERD friendly meal plan and the addition of bicycling, I am slowly (and safely) feeling more like my pre-eviction self. Even the oil pulling I began 2 months ago and re-instating my pre- / post-sleep routines has helped feel more energetic so i don’t mind the minor cheat alcohol, snackies, or even coffee that I afford myself to stay happy.
It is one thing to be healthy, but if you are not happy about it then it becomes a diet and not a change in lifestyle. It is also proven that when you are happy, you tend to do better with health related things.
Now, once I get over this whole sleep depravity thing or learn to sleep through his alarm (and not my own), I think I will be stumbling less, and going full throttle a whole lot more.
The moral to my ramblings? Well, change happens and we adapt. We make changes to ourselves when we want to change ourselves and not because someone else wants us to. The changes we make are generally easier to live with than the ones thrust upon us by outside forces, but our adaptation to these things is what will spin them into a force for good or spiral into a hell of our own making. Stay encouraging to yourself, it goes a long way…
Never make your goals unattainable.
“Sometimes the best goal you can set is just to get out of bed every day. If you can succeed at this, then other things become possible.” ― Cynthia Patterson
Until next we meet; lunch is done and I must be off to prance around in the real world! ♥