gotta love those endorphins

Thanks to the "$20.10" fitness pass that gets you into ALL the municipal facilities plus the Y and whatever else for a month, I actually went to a gym tonight (Esquimalt Rec Centre) and OMG was it ever good. Treadmill! Rowing erg! Stationary bike! IPod! All good. Oh gym, how I missed thee... yes, I was seriously Pissed Off at VI Fitness at the end there, but I do so love going to the gym even if I honestly believe that it shouldn't be necessary to be healthy.

So, I had a really good first day back on the wagon. I didn't eat very much, I had a good brisk walk this morning, "swam" with Rowan this afternoon, and had a real workout this evening. Oh and I did my pushups this morning too.

Um, maybe tomorrow isn't going to feel so good. Hello, ibuprofen, I've missed you too...

I'm pretty sure it's not ACTUALLY dead so I'll keep flogging it.

I was never able to quite get back on the wagon after Christmas. And now I feel like absolute shite, which is generally enough to kick me back on. Seriously, I am not feeling well. Most of the time I want to just whine a lot - it's not FAAAIIIIR. Millions of other people can eat crap virtually all the time and they survive apparently fine. I eat a bit too much sugar and flour consistently and don't get much exercise beyond chasing Rowan on her Skuut bike, and I feel bloated and gross and I start getting heart palpitations. (I did some reading and they're most likely harmless, since there is no associated pain, dizziness or shortness of breath.)

Well, it sucks to be me doesn't it? So today I'm back on the wagon. And I've come to the conclusion that I probably need to do some portion control in order to actually lose weight.

For what it's worth, I'm only cranky about this because I'm PMSing. It's not the ideal time to restrict my food intake, but if I can make it through the next couple days, I'll be fine.