Last week did not start off well. Sunday night I developed a migraine that I clocked at a level 8 in pain. Sensitivity to light, unable to concentrate on anything, unable to sleep, and eventually nausea and vomiting. Yeah. I tend to get migraines once a week on average. So maybe I go three weeks with nothing and start thinking I’m getting the hang of this. Then I get a bad one that goes away for a day and then comes back for two. Or I get little ones if I didn’t hydrate enough after a workout that can be killed by drugs if I catch them early enough. But Sunday to Monday was rough and it pretty much ruined the whole week.
I didn’t sleep much that night, but when I did sleep, which is something. And I felt better the rest of the day, though not at my peak performance. The problem with the really bad ones is that I have to tread carefully afterwards. I’m careful about what I eat, for instance, keeping it to simple foods that are low in sugar and salt. And I stay away from aggravators, like coffee or greasy foods. It also means that I drink more water and I don’t even think about exercise until my system feels strong again. So no working out Monday. And actually, no working out the rest of the week.
Part of that was my work schedule, which was a little full. And as much as I tell myself I can fit in a workout after work, I have yet to finish a 5-hr shift standing up and felt the overwhelming need to go for a 4-mi walk or spend an hour on body combat. And the whole waking up in the morning for a workout thing just doesn’t work for me. That’s not to say it won’t ever work for me. Just that it hasn’t since I left the Army.
The other part of my no-workout-week is that it was a down week for me. I get ups and downs like everyone. Last week was a down. No energy, no motivation, no drive. An overwhelming sense of blah when I got home. I had nothing to write about because it would have been day after day of “I didn’t feel like it so I didn’t.”
Then this weekend hit. I got to do some things that really turned my energy around. I finally saw Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I loved it. However, I was very disappointed in Matt Smith’s performance. He is the first and only actor to have ever portrayed Mr. Collins in such a way that I didn’t loathe the smarmy pillock. I felt sorry for him and found him quite funny and unintentionally cute. To be fair, they did cut most of his absolutely revolting marriage proposal and quite a few of his other offensive behaviors (I believe in the PPZ book, he is a gluttonous pig, and he’s certainly more focused on tallying up his inheritance in the original novel). I had a lot of fun seeing it with some of my old school friends who could appreciate it as people who have definitely read the original, whether they enjoyed it or not.
Buddy and I did not go for a walk this weekend, or last weekend. Last weekend, we were busy and lazy. This weekend, we got up too late on Saturday and it was too bloody cold Sunday morning. (We did not celebrate Valentine’s Day because we don’t celebrate fake holidays and I have a special place for that one in the deep recesses of my cold, dead heart. We did go out for dinner, but that was only because we didn’t feel like cooking.) Monday there was snow on the ground. SNOW. And it was raining. We did go and see Deadpool Monday morning at the IMAX. It was impeccable. The action sequences were fantastic, the dialogue was witty, and Ryan Reynolds is a master. A lot of people can play a smart ass. He’s been playing the same kind of character since Van Wilder. However, his brand of smart ass is clearly covering for his pain and Reynolds knows exactly when to let the act slip. It’s remarkable how much he can portray, even when he is strapped down to a table or his face is mostly obscured by prosthetic makeup. THIS is the comic book movie we needed. It’s what movies like The Punisher should have led us to.
Yesterday, I had a dental appt to get some crowns put on over the root canal molars. Hooray. On the plus side, the fact that the two teeth they were working on were essentially dead inside meant they didn’t have to numb me, so I didn’t spend half the day feeling like a stroke victim. I spent a good part of the afternoon training with the education director at the store to be her assistant, which should be interesting. I’ll get to up my work hours without feeling like I’m stealing hours from my coworkers who might need the money more than I need the relief in boredom.
And when I got home, I changed into workout clothes and went to try out the Les Mills On Demand free trial I got in a fit of optimism last week. There’s an app for it, but not for our TV, so I have to do screen mirroring with my phone because the internet browser on the TV is just awful. I decided to do a quick 20-min workout since it was nearly 7. And proceeded to get my ass handed to me. It was a high intensity workout, exactly the kind of crap that I used to hate in the Army. You know what I’m talking about, probably. It’s the type of thing your friend who is really into exercise gets you to do because it’s “for every level of fitness,” but when the instructor gets started you just freeze like a deer in the headlights because even the modified exercises scare the crap out of you. They tell you to go at your own pace, but your pace makes you feel like you’re in one of those prescription drugs commercials where the world is passing you by because you haven’t asked your doctor about the miracle drug that will cure your emphysema provided it doesn’t kill you first. Also, you look dumb doing the moves and feel dumb and self-conscious and just want to quit because this is STUPID and EMBARRASSING. But Buddy was watching and being encouraging so instead of crying, I finished the video with several modifications of my own (including an entire track of EFF THIS NOISE). And today I am in a lot of pain. But I did yoga to stretch out. I might have to do yoga tomorrow. And the next day.
Buddy even convinced me not to give up on the high intensity workout entirely. It is good to break up your exercise sometimes with things like that. It’s easy to get into a rut or get complacent. In order to continue progressing, you change things up. This is actually why fad diets seem to work. You shock your system and lose a ton of weight, but then your body adjusts and the weight comes back. A good diet might start with a shock, like limiting the types of foods you eat to only non-carbs. Ideally, though, it should work you back to a healthy balanced diet over time. Because your body actually needs carbs, just not in the amounts you’re used to, maybe. For me, I’m going to stick to my Body Combat. But I promise to toss in the high intensity workout every once in a while. Especially if I getting cocky.
I forgot to mention that I’ve developed a cold this week, which would normally limit my capacity to function as an adult. I may not have changed out of pjs today (yoga is pj friendly, right?). And I mostly napped on the couch and crocheted and drank copious amounts of tea. But I don’t feel like I wasted the day. I managed to make my appointment for an oil change and verify how much my crowns are going to cost AND I emptied out the dishwasher. And I’m writing. So, pretty successful when we do the numbers.
I know I didn’t write at all last week, but I was working on something. I’m building more of a foundation for my Regency Heroes stories, which involves going back to at least the Protestant Reformation. That’s not when super humans first appeared, since my story is based on these people being present throughout all of human history. But it is an important time period because it represents a shift in the public opinion toward them. The Roman Catholic Church turns against them leading to mass extinction of gifted people in Catholic territories. This stance is yet another in a long list of grievances that Reformers have against the Church. Anyway, it’s been an interesting intellectual exercise. More to come once I’ve done some actual research.
I am now eleven minutes late for bed. Good night and wish me luck for this week.