I need to get back on track. A week or two ago, I was eating pretty healthily, exercising a bunch of times per week, and generally had a good amount of energy and a positive perspective on life.
Without my weekly exercise routine (I’m assuming), I feel like I have less drive and annoying, talkative energy. The idea of driving to DC after work tonight to see a friend and eat at a restaurant that I’ve been thinking about for weeks should make me happy. Being there to do these things does, but the in-between part of driving in the dark has gotten me down. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in the car a lot this past week and have worn out my Spotify playlist and Pandora stations. But I really think it’s because I’m not exercising as much.
Even as recently as a month or two ago, I would not have been the person to feel desperate about the fact that I haven’t done any formal version of exercise in the past week or so. But really, that’s the big thing that’s different about this last week and the three weeks before. I can just feel the fat reacquainting itself with my midsection, the muscles I started to build flopping over and turning into jelly again. I’m being dramatic, yes. Good thing I signed up for a class tomorrow after work.