The best things about vacation are eating and drinking more than you normally would, working out when and if you want to, staying up late, sleeping-in, and just shutting down a little. The worst thing about vacation is the first day after all that. Today was that day.
About 1am I decided that four and a half hours of sleep wasn’t going to be enough to complete an entire day of work (even if my job doesn’t include heavy lifting) plus an evening workout, so I turned off the lights and tried to get my head and body to believe that it was sleepy. Well, they sure enough believed it at about 2:30 this afternoon!
Well, I got past the 2:30 mark and started thinking about the aforementioned evening workout…yikes! Hey, I worked ALL day, how could I possibly do any kind of decent workout? Well, when it came time I did it…it was “half-assed” as my mother used to say, but it was a workout.
Next hurdle: dinner. Why am I eating at 8pm? And why, after I eat my normal non-vacation portioned dinner, am I starving only two and half hours later? Really, is this all I eat? Crap! No wonder I am grumpy when it isn’t vacation.
I can see the day’s finish line at this point but there is one more thing I haven’t done since I left for the beloved vacation. I gotta do it. I strip down, because it is important that my bra and jewelry don’t move me into a higher weight class, and I step on the scale. Shewwww…not bad!
So, the best thing about today, and I mean this with no real negativity, is that I got through it and did pretty much my whole routine. It was a sort of a normal day-lite. Like lite beer, it ain’t really the same but it generally gets the itch scratched. I’m hoping tomorrow will be sort of an amber beer day and by the end of the week, I think I’ll be back to a stout. Beer analogies…I need some sleep.
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