Just…seriously. I kept making ridiculous mistakes. I wrote a post and it was awful. Nothing would flow. I only got about five sentences. Stared a lot. Didn’t like it.
Finally erased it. Sat on the kitchen stool a lot though.
I was definitely a contender for the Olympic sittin’ there team.
bonus points if you get THAT reference… (and really…two posts of mine and you should have a clue)
So I took my broken brain and went to bed.
Cause that got the job done right there, now didn’t it?
Nope. No it didn’t.
First thing this morning I was faced with the blinking curser in the corner.
And then my brain kicked in and I could form sentences again.
Now, this isn’t life changing stuff or anything but I had wanted to mention it on the heels of the Celiac day I mentioned before, the lost day.
Last year, probably about this time, I bought myself a Fitbit.
They are all the rage and I thought I’d pick it up and see what trouble I could havoc with a new gadget.
I’m not too into gadgets, my husband will attest to that. I can barely tolerate my smart phone. I also wouldn’t give it up at this point.
But I put on that Fitbit and headed into the world.
I was motivated!
So the Fitbit encourages you to get 10,000 steps a day. It gives you little “badges” of excitement when you get there. It tracks your sleep, your heart rate, it does it all.
I just wanted to see if I could motivate myself to get my 10,000 steps in. To include the elusive running I was having trouble getting done. If you remember, I would head out the door, get around the block and stop, walk back and go to bed. I was just.so.tired.
I figured it HAD to be motivation. It HAD to be me.
I wore it diligently on my wrist for two or three weeks I think…
Then I ripped it off and threw it in a drawer out of frustration, disappointment (in myself of course) and fear. A lot of fear.
I wasn’t even reaching 2000 steps on most days.
Anyone that knows me knows I have a freakish amount of energy. I’m up early, I’m in bed late. I do everything top speed. I seldom sit still and even “sitting for coffee” is not something I do well because I fidget.
Well, I pulled it out of the drawer last week and so far I’m on two straight weeks of well over 10,000 steps a day. One day I hit 17,000 steps. Usually I hit around 13,000. That’s really the norm. I’m not going out of my way. There were two days, the days with migraines when I didn’t get a run in, felt awful and went straight to bed….I only got 8,000 steps in. Those were my down days.
I bet I was fun to live with during those days of ~sleeping24/7~
I was up bright with the sun and decided to head out in the bitter cold for a run this morning and then heard our high was 62*
I think I’ll wait until later and take the puppy. He’ll like me.
It’s always smart to make points with the dog…