Today is one such day. I feel like I am a bottle of Schweppes Lemonade that has been opened and left out on the bench. FLAT. My usual effervescence has lost its bubbles.
What's brought this on then eh?
Well, a couple of things. My funky serotonin brain for one. I'm tired.
It doesn't take much to emotionally wring me out. Call the friggin' wahhbulance.
Lately the whole calorie counting verses CLEAN eating thing is getting to me.
I know that I should stick to about 1200 calories a day. So I signed up with My Fitness Pal (a cracking app/website where you count calories etc). It kind of dawned on me that if I just try to eat CLEAN (by clean eating I mean eating foods that are as 'natural' as possible. Nothing from tins/jars etc. No preservatives additives etc) it is actually MORE calories BUT the food is really really healthy & good for you. For example, clean eating recommends walnuts... so I had a big handful (80g). I entered this into MFP. 560 flipping calories!!!!!!!! BUT walnuts are really really good for people with fibromyalgia. Another example is yogurt. Clean living recommends Non-Fat Greek Yogurt but as far as calories are concerned Nestle Diet is the best. BUT ND has all sorts of shit in it like aspartame. Does my bloody head in!
The other thing on my mind is Swing Dancing. I'm just not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. Nothing to do with the teachers or anything (they are awesome). I thought I would love it but it's like I've lost my zing. I think that I'm just too tired. I feel guilty for some reason about this. Like I'm letting the teachers down because I'm not sure I want to continue with classes.
I just want to finish work, go for a big walk along the water, do some stretches, go home, pat my dogs & have dinner, sew a bit & go to sleep with my big hairy brunky man.
As usual, if I take on too much my brain tends to go to bleedin' mush and says "Screw this I'm outta here!"
And lastly, ParkRun. I've suffered all week. My poor legs. SO SO achey & sore. I think that running is not good for me. I feel like such a loser. A whingey whiney bitch.
I should just suck it up I know.
Sorry to post such a crapola post but I pride myself on having an HONEST blog.
In great news, I am totally LOVING sewing classes. I wish I had more than one class a week.
I'll be ok. I just need to get my head right. I need to find a good podcast to listen to when I walk.