I went a little overboard on the exercise this week and maybe now I need a life preserver thrown to me.
I ate a lot on Thanksgiving. A painfully lot.
There were a couple of social outings with friends and there was more eating. And drinking.
And even though I did run a 10K (for the first time ever) on Thanksgiving morning, I only worked out one other time over the 4 day weekend.
So my weight was only down 0.2 pounds as my last weigh-in. Which is fine. I was glad not to have gone up a little bit, really.
But I got all motivated to make sure that the next week would be better, and ended up doing 8 workouts in the past 5 days. Boot camp at 6 am every morning before work, two running workouts and 1 Body Pump class after work.
The plan also included a spinning class today and a long run, probably 5 or 6 miles, tomorrow.
I am exhausted. My knee feels like a balloon full of jell-o. I’ve been getting home in the evenings in a state of collapse. Being a horrible crank pot because I’m just so tired.
And now I am fighting with myself. I really should not work out today. I could use a rest. But I could just go to spin class. It wouldn’t kill me. I could just do it and it’d be done.
The fact that I’m having this fight in my head is proof that I have gotten crazy. Or is it just proof that I’m making excuses to not go to spin class?
margaret edith 