I had lots of plans for this long weekend. I actually took Friday off to give myself a four-day weekend.
I got many things checked off my to do list, but not as many items got checked off as I would have liked.
Maybe my list was unrealistic.
Or maybe I just did what I needed to do to take care of me. Most items on the list weren’t critical to be done this weekend. And the higher priority items were taken care of.
My life is very busy and pretty routine and each day has some sort of purpose and plan (not necessarily all day, but usually parts of it).
Sundays I usually get up in the morning and hit the grocery and then a Vinyasa Yoga class. Yesterday I got up and I just felt tired and out of sorts.
So I decided to take care of me and just take it easy. I vegged in front of the TV and napped.
Eventually I had to hit the grocery for our cook out with our neighbors. It took all the energy I could muster to just get myself.
Curt and I had tickets for an A’s game today. … Continue reading
Because it is Christmas both the gym and yoga studio were closed today.
If the yoga studio had been opened I probably would have taken a yoga class today as there wouldn’t be any classes at the gym and it is rather difficult for me to get that motivated.
I had debated if I should go for a walk or try running. I hate running and I suck at it.
Then the other day in the mail I received a mini package in the mail from an old gym friend.
So my plan was that sometime this morning I would embark on the Holiday Workout, which claims to have holiday tunes and some tips.
The Holiday Workout never happened. Instead today there was lots of lounging, movie watching, a little knitting, a few naps. And you can’t forget about the eating and drinking.
Since I get up at 5 during the week for work my sleeping in on the weekends is normally around 6:30. Which is what time I got up today.
I got up and made a white chocolate mocha drink, grabbed a Mexican pastry and plopped myself on the couch under a blanket. I watched some Christmas movies, … Continue reading