Is it nap time yet?
Aug. 4th, 2005 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthings*yawn*
Tired this morning. Got to sleep at around 10pm, but had a restless night due to still, stuffy weather and my brain running through lots of scrambled thinking and garbled thoughts that didn’t really make any sense or hold any meaning, but were just enough mental activity to breach consciousness. Stupid brain.
Stirred at 4am to hear Alex fumbling with his alarm clock. Asked what the hell he was doing: “getting up”. Umm, it’s 4am sweetie, not 5. Back to sleep for another hour before his alarm really did go off. Tried to fall back asleep after that but failed, dragging myself out of bed at 5:30am to say goodbye to the boy and put on some coffee. Watched a beautiful dawn over coffee and toast and drank in the quiet of the early morning, the only time the city seems to stop.
Now it’s nearly 8am and the coffee has worn off I think I’m ready to fall back asleep. Pity I’m at work. Struggling to make my brain tick over to get some work done. I think I’ll finish up early today and go home and nap. Hopefully I’ll have the energy to ride my bike home! I’ve started riding to work again, but taking it slowly because I got so unfit. So riding one way, then riding back again the next day. Taking the medium route in – 6km or so, shortcutting across the golf course to cut out 2km or so.
Exercise is important. Over the last 6 months my activity levels have slumped to all-time lows. In fact, the last year or so has been bad, with multiple injuries, sickness and instability eating into my exercise opportunities. Well, that and plain old laziness. You know how sometimes you get to a point where you suddenly realise how much you’ve let yourself go and somehow generate the motivation to get back into some sort of shape? That point where its no longer “yeah I know I could lose a few kilos, but I’m not too bad and I really can’t be bothered right now”, but “oh dear, I really have to do something about this”. Last time I got to this point was 1996 when I was on student exchange and had ballooned to my biggest weight ever, taking up jogging and walking everywhere. Within 2-3 months I’d dropped back down to my usual weight, but not the lower weight I’d been when I got these.
Now, I weigh less than that. Less than I have for a couple of years, by 2 or 3 kilos, so what am I worrying about? Well, the weight loss isn’t from being less fat, it’s from being so active that I’ve dropped muscle mass. I look about the same volume, my clothes all fit, but I’m developing a skirt of fat around the top of my hips that is just revolting. Last weekend I caught a glimpse of my naked self moving in front of a full length mirror. I ripple from the top of my arse to my lower thighs. Gross.
So now I’m motivated to exercise again. I was already being a bit more active, having started to walk the neighbour’s dogs again because we’ve had more free time again lately. Now I’m motivated to really get myself moving, but I know to take small steps, else I’ll just end up back at physio. So I’m riding 3 times this week, just the one way, and going to the pool on the weekend to stretch out and strengthen up my back. I walked the dogs Saturday, Monday and Wednesday, and I’m meeting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dabutton and friends for a Friday afternoon wander. Exercise has also started to feel good again, after aching knees last week from going walking. Blood sugar levels are still a bit all over the place, but my body is starting to tell me what I need to eat and that should all balance out in another week or so. Hooray!
So, Thursday: I never could get the hang of Thursdays. We’ve got a house inspection today. So long as they don’t object to carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed in two and a half weeks we’ll be fine. At least there are flowers on the bookcase and the place is mostly tidy. Speaking of flowers, I bought some jasmine in to work today. It’s in my tea cup, in place of a suitable vase or jar, though I might go down to the lab and look for appropriate glassware as I’ll probably want a cup of tea some time today. I wonder if anyone would notice if I crawled under my desk and had a nap?
Tired this morning. Got to sleep at around 10pm, but had a restless night due to still, stuffy weather and my brain running through lots of scrambled thinking and garbled thoughts that didn’t really make any sense or hold any meaning, but were just enough mental activity to breach consciousness. Stupid brain.
Stirred at 4am to hear Alex fumbling with his alarm clock. Asked what the hell he was doing: “getting up”. Umm, it’s 4am sweetie, not 5. Back to sleep for another hour before his alarm really did go off. Tried to fall back asleep after that but failed, dragging myself out of bed at 5:30am to say goodbye to the boy and put on some coffee. Watched a beautiful dawn over coffee and toast and drank in the quiet of the early morning, the only time the city seems to stop.
Now it’s nearly 8am and the coffee has worn off I think I’m ready to fall back asleep. Pity I’m at work. Struggling to make my brain tick over to get some work done. I think I’ll finish up early today and go home and nap. Hopefully I’ll have the energy to ride my bike home! I’ve started riding to work again, but taking it slowly because I got so unfit. So riding one way, then riding back again the next day. Taking the medium route in – 6km or so, shortcutting across the golf course to cut out 2km or so.
Exercise is important. Over the last 6 months my activity levels have slumped to all-time lows. In fact, the last year or so has been bad, with multiple injuries, sickness and instability eating into my exercise opportunities. Well, that and plain old laziness. You know how sometimes you get to a point where you suddenly realise how much you’ve let yourself go and somehow generate the motivation to get back into some sort of shape? That point where its no longer “yeah I know I could lose a few kilos, but I’m not too bad and I really can’t be bothered right now”, but “oh dear, I really have to do something about this”. Last time I got to this point was 1996 when I was on student exchange and had ballooned to my biggest weight ever, taking up jogging and walking everywhere. Within 2-3 months I’d dropped back down to my usual weight, but not the lower weight I’d been when I got these.
Now, I weigh less than that. Less than I have for a couple of years, by 2 or 3 kilos, so what am I worrying about? Well, the weight loss isn’t from being less fat, it’s from being so active that I’ve dropped muscle mass. I look about the same volume, my clothes all fit, but I’m developing a skirt of fat around the top of my hips that is just revolting. Last weekend I caught a glimpse of my naked self moving in front of a full length mirror. I ripple from the top of my arse to my lower thighs. Gross.
So now I’m motivated to exercise again. I was already being a bit more active, having started to walk the neighbour’s dogs again because we’ve had more free time again lately. Now I’m motivated to really get myself moving, but I know to take small steps, else I’ll just end up back at physio. So I’m riding 3 times this week, just the one way, and going to the pool on the weekend to stretch out and strengthen up my back. I walked the dogs Saturday, Monday and Wednesday, and I’m meeting
dabutton and friends for a Friday afternoon wander. Exercise has also started to feel good again, after aching knees last week from going walking. Blood sugar levels are still a bit all over the place, but my body is starting to tell me what I need to eat and that should all balance out in another week or so. Hooray!So, Thursday: I never could get the hang of Thursdays. We’ve got a house inspection today. So long as they don’t object to carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed in two and a half weeks we’ll be fine. At least there are flowers on the bookcase and the place is mostly tidy. Speaking of flowers, I bought some jasmine in to work today. It’s in my tea cup, in place of a suitable vase or jar, though I might go down to the lab and look for appropriate glassware as I’ll probably want a cup of tea some time today. I wonder if anyone would notice if I crawled under my desk and had a nap?
