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... that is, not at all fun.
In the spirit of starting fresh (yes, I know, starting fresh again - luckily there's no limit to picking yourself up and dusting yourself off), I dragged myself out of my sickbed this morning and did a workout.
Not the full amazon-woman type workout that is my custom on normal days, but a pitiful workout suitable for the phlegmatic. Tee hee - "phlegmatic". See what I did there?
I still have coughing fits and cannot breathe through my nose, and I was concerned that a workout, even a short workout, would be too stressful in my weakened condition. So in a rare burst of sensible thinking, I did an easy workout of 30 minutes' walking on the treadmill at 3 mph, with a brief 10 minute elliptical session at the end with the usual tension and stride rate. My big concern was overdoing it so that I would end up more compromised than before, and unable to stop coughing.
I found the elliptical more physically challenging than the treadmill, and even this brief 40 minute workout was enough to exhaust me. But I experienced only mild coughing, easily controlled - - no massive coughing fits. I felt good having done a workout after a few days off, and I know that I should feel 100% better tomorrow. That's the way these colds are.
I also measured myself this morning, to set the new baseline. I had previously been taking my measurements each month, but once the weight started going back on (due to my unbridled snacking and binge eating), my dimensions ballooned up and I felt terrible looking at the tape measure each month. Enough of that crap - - today sets the new high water mark, and each month I will be able to track progress again as I maintain my program.
Why does this matter? I realized over the past few days how much I need the positive reinforcement of my tracking graphs and logging. Keeping a record of things and seeing linear progress helps me stay motivated and on track. Just hopping on the scale and seeing a number without logging it is somehow less empowering for me, even if that number is lower than the number before. It turns out I need to track my progress to help me keep seeing progress - - no tracking, and I find it simply too easy to cheat on the food, and ease up on the workouts. When I track and I feel the desire to cheat, I can look back at my progress graphs and see all the good work I have done memorialized there, and it helps me stay on plan.
Enough is enough. I have started fresh as if this is the weight I have had to lose all along. No more coasting on my past successes. I know my plan works when I stick to it, so I am just going to hold myself accountable and track as much as I did before so that I get those positive bumps when I see progress. Give me 6 months, and let's see where things shake out.
But yeah, colds suck. I hate that I have 16 sinuses in my head, every one of which is full of phlegm. And my lungs are full of junk as well - - I feel like I am breathing through a sponge. Ick. Tomorrow will be better, though.