There's not much more frustrating for me than knowing I have a million things to do and little energy to get it all done. I hate being behind. I hate having too many things on my "to-do" list. And when all this starts happening...I inevitably gain weight.
One would think stress should cause you to LOSE weight. Well, just depends on the source of the stress I suppose.
As a result, I apparently should invest in a coffee company as much as I've been buying lately. Creamer too (cause I gots to have creamer in my coffee!). Still haven't come across the Almond Joy Creamer (TREY!), but did get the next preference...Cinnabon. Um...yummmmmmmy! Trey...just another reason to keep you around! :-) Plus, you've gotta give me pointers on running. Hate it, but need to do it.
Yep...cardio is my next thing to tackle. I've never been and "get on the treadmill and run" type person. Or even just go to the gym, though I do like the gym here at the apartment complex.
Shelby has offered to ride her scooter down the hike and bike trail as I run. DS is telling me just 10-15 minutes a day. Don't think marathons. Good. I'm not.
After Shelby's batting practice this morning, me and another coach decided to stay and hit a few in the baseball cages. I *accidentally* hit off the 70mph batting machine. Thought it was the 50, but of course I wasn't going to back out! Hello?! I let about 4 pitches go by before I even attempted to swing. I was using one of the dad's baseball bats (i.e. way too big and heavy for me), but wasn't going to let that stop me either.
Did I hit? Duh! Did it hurt? Double duh!
So tomorrow when I'm sore and even more tired than usual...it's my own dang fault. Coffee and Ibuprofen will be my BFFs. Now if I could just get someone to serve it to me.
Didn't think so... .
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