A little catching up to do.
Friday night I went to a bag class which was SO FUN! I never thought I would enjoy punching a big bag hanging from the ceiling as much as I enjoyed it. I even enjoyed the sit-ups, because we would do a sit up and do a punch combo, sit-up and punch combo. It was great. I highly recommend seeking out a kick boxing class where you actually get to wrap your wrists, don punching gloves and punch a bag. Word for the night: catharsis.
Saturday I bombed out. I didn't go to strength class and then I drank all entire week's worth of "one glass of red wine a day" in one night. Not a good idea. Today is the first day that I've felt almost back to normal.
Sunday is our "free day." I pigged out. We held a baby shower for one of our friends and unfortunately, I ate like I was the one expecting. Ick.
Monday I did go to class and paid for my weekend of bingeing (how do you spell that?) I sucked. And it wore me out completely instead of filling me up with energy like it usually does.
Tuesday went much better. I would have slept through strength class, except that J came over and pulled my butt off of the couch and coerced me to go. Thank goodness. I moved up from yellow resistance bands to green resistance bands and today I completely feel it in my arms. Of course, I went to the night class and was so hyped up after class that I stayed up way past my bed time watching "The Salton Sea" which was pretty good. I mean, it had it's whole hokey parts, but I recommended it to anyone who enjoys drug films and/or Val Kilmer. He did a great job.
So this morning I'm bumming around, trying to figure out where my writing muse has gone off to. I have plenty to do and so little desire to actually do any of it. It isn't that I'm lethargic: I'm just apathetic. Hopefully punching the air tonight at kickboxing class will clear away some of that apathy.
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