I set out a few attainable goals for the new year and wanted to do a checkup post to see if I’m sticking to them. It’s only been 10 days, you say! I know! My goals were small because, typically, I’ll give up on them if I set them to high. I went small so I’d be more likely to stick with them AND so I can build better habits on them.
Friday, January 9th, however, I failed at every. single. one of them.
I woke Thursday morning feeling as if I had suddenly come down with ‘instant bronchitis’. I still did all of my chores on my chore goal list, biked my three miles and stuck with the ‘more water than coffee’ goal. I did fudge that last one a bit and had a fourth cup of coffee, but I stopped at four coffees and had five glasses of water.
Friday I had one glass of water and five cups of coffee. I wanted a sixth cup but I couldn’t drag myself off the couch to go and make it. I’d gone to bed at three in the morning, tossed and turned every few moments trying to find a position that would alleviate some of the coughing AND let me breathe. Babygirl came into our room a little after 6AM all upset thinking someone had stolen my Tahoe. They hadn’t stolen it, her brother forgot I’d said not to use it and drove it to pick up another brother. Her boyfriend had a doctor’s appointment at 7AM and the Tahoe not being home caused them to run almost an hour late.
Hectic morning!
So on top of being sick I was running on fumes all day. The only goal I kept, now that I think about it, was no gluten. So there’s that.
I’ve biked 24 miles so far, just doing three a day, and feel that I’ve found my “base point”. On January 2nd I kept my speed no lower than 20 miles an hour, peaking over quite a bit, and felt it in my back for the next few days in a bad way. I’m trying not to go over 15 mph now so I don’t tear myself down before I get the chance to build myself back up! I think I’d be fine doing three miles twice a day but, for now, I’m going to stick to just three. I have no resistance on yet and want to turn that knob SO BADLY! Mike is against me ever turning the knob because in the past I’ve hurt my bad knee taking it up too much and biking too hard. I’ve learned the lesson so I’m going to wait a couple more weeks before I turn it up. A notch. A single little notch. Because I am weaksauce.
Still, it’ll be one notch more than it is now, no?
One day this week I almost didn’t have my evening coffee. When I realized I was shocked at my not having “needed” the third cup so I fixed it immediately. Then let half of it go cold. Situational, really, given I had five cups yesterday and wanted more. I have no problem being a caffeine junkie, by the way. I make no apologies for it either. Thing is, I’ve drunk so much coffee lately I stopped enjoying it and saw it more as liquid to drink. I’m hoping cutting back to just three cups a day renews my enjoyment of my most favorite drink in zee world!
Thursday night was extra hard doing the floors. We had a blizzard with sub-zero temps that day and to keep the stuff from freezing on the porch, creating a dangerously slick way to go down our steps, we put a lot of salt out. That salt was ALL. FREAKING. OVER the place because, I’m guessing, I failed to teach my kids how to wipe their shoes on the rug or, better yet, take your darn shoes off when coming in the house! I was sick then, too, so I’m pretty sure that’s why I was nearly in tears by the time I had all the floors swept and vacuumed. I’m crating my dogs before sweeping so Nugget and I don’t have to have WW267. That silly little Pug of mine waits until I have my pile of trash swept up and then prances in it, straight legged, in little circles.
I can’t tell you how angry that makes me!
I feel like crap but I need to get those chores done today before they get out of hand. Wish me luck with that!