Working Out Is Haaarrrrrd To-o-o Do!

For a month or so before the move, I'd gotten into the habit of working out everyday. I'd get up early so I had time to eat, work out, and shower before the day really started. I had a routine on the Wii Fit that was a good mix of yoga and strength-training, covered almost all the muscles I needed work on without overworking any group, and burned about 120 calories in half an hour, plus any bonus calories from the fun workouts I'd throw in after the routine.

I've tried to get back into that since moving, but it's been very hard. For the first few days after we arrived, I was too busy/tired/sore/unable to find the console to work out. When I finally did, it was, of course, a little harder to get through than previously--after all, I'd had a week off.

I did my first post-move work out on the 1st. I've done five total, including that one, and including the unfinished one I did on Wednesday. Of the half-hour routine, I only completed 17 minutes worth. Despite getting enough sleep and eating my normal breakfast, I had to stop a few times because I felt too weak or sick or hot. I realized that I just plain wasn't up for that day, and haven't been on it since.

My main problems have been sleep and time, or rather sleep and time-related-issues. I have been going to bed late, and sleeping like the dead. In Connecticut, I got used to going to sleep between midnight and one, and getting up between 8 and 9:30. I felt like crap if I got up any later, like I was burning daylight. Here, I've been regularly going to sleep between 2 and 3, and getting up between 9:30 and 10:30. Sometimes later, on both sides. And waking up is difficult, like dragging myself out of molasses.

By the time I'm awake and fed, it's, well, about now: past 11. And that's when my neurosis sets in, telling me that spending an hour exercising and showering in the middle of the day is a waste of time. I know it's bullshit, especially since I've had literally nothing else to do, but there it is, and I can't get my mind off of that idea.

I might have been tempted to berate myself onto the Balance Board today, despite it being "late," except for one thing: the interview. It's not for hours, so time isn't the problem. But I'm afraid that I'll attempt the routine, or even less exercise, and feel as crappy as I did on Wednesday after barely doing anything. And that would completely kill my confidence for the day, on the day I really, really need it.

Argh.

On the plus side (ha ha), I realized on Wednesday that I had been tracking my weight incorrectly. The game doesn't give you an actual weight at every Body Test, just the change from the last one. I've been writing down each work out, and using the recorded weights and given changes to track my weight. Turns out I messed up at some point, and I'm actually a pound or so lighter than I thought. It's not much, but hey, I'll take it!

I'm hoping that BJ and Sammeh are right about today's interview. It would be the best thing ever...bah, no, I won't get into how great it would be, I won't get into how many things it would fix right now. I refuse to celebrate until I have something concrete to celebrate.

To raise my spirits and feel more useful and productive, I'm going to shower, get dressed, and DO THE LAUNDRY! TA DA!