Sludge Machine

Friday I did 5 miles. Saturday I signed up for the gym and that was about it for aerobic exercise. Sunday I went to the gym and did 30 minutes of Stairmaster because I couldn't get myself out of the house to go jogging. Monday I didn't even try to get out of the house (or to the gym). And today...

Today I set the alarm for 7:30. I went to bed at 10:00 last night. The alarm went off and I couldn't wake up. Yes, 9 and a half hours of sleep is not enough. (What happened to the woman who was waking up at 7 or 7:30 of her own volition?)

I finally got out of bed at 8:30 and decided to go out, only because it was overcast. It's been very hot here lately, which means if you don't get out before the sun has been out for a while, you're not going out.

I made it two miles. Not even running the whole way -- I alternated between jogging and walking. My legs felt like they were made of concrete (only less flexible) and I had no endurance at all.

Needless to say, I'm bummed.

Short shameful confession: I bought the exercise book Oprah wrote with her personal trainer, and I've been trying to follow the 10 steps, which are mostly common sense things like: exercise a lot and drink 8 glasses of water and eat lots of vegetables.

However, I haven't managed to make it to exercising 5 days a week, let alone 7.

Because of my feelings of inadequacy, slothfulness, and bummage, I did not weigh myself this week. Even though I think I ate okay (except for a 4 brownie binge one day, during which I said to myself, "You're not even tasting these!") for most of the week, my body doesn't feel any different yet. I'm not having Ceej's excitement of feeling her clothes getting loose.

Clearly, September was not a happy month.