Please Excuse the Crazy
Last week’s weigh-in was +2 lbs. I would have written about it, but my computer sat in disassembled pieces in my home office.
This past week I have become painter, carpenter, mason, and custodian. We may move, we may not move. A lot has to come together.
I had all the intentions of going to the gymnasium last night. Instead I was working on my home’s brick facade in the rain. It was 40s. I should have gone to workout. I went to bed. “I’ll go in the morning,” I reasoned.
Slept past the alarm.
The house is the cleanest it’s ever been. I want to put a bow on it. A photographer is coming later to take pictures. Nothing like a winter day in the middle of spring to take pictures.
In crazy of yesterday, I found myself craving a short stack of pancakes. I wasn’t even hungry, I just wanted to eat a stack of pancakes—with butter and syrup.
I’m not a pancake guy really. Or a sweets guy. But something about being in the rain and being bitter at mother nature made me want to eat.
I didn’t though. My thoughts went from considering the short stack to considering why I was considering the short stack. Fat thinking.
In all of the work I’ve done around the house, I notice more strength + stamina. That’s encouraging. But getting on all fours is still a chore.
In terms of my fitness goals, I am still stuck. Not moving forward or backwards really. Other things are competing for priority and time.
If you’ve been there, how did you get through it?