I woke up and just dragged through the whole morning. I finally thought to myself "Well, it's been a long time since I gave up the coffee, a couple months, one cup couldn't hurt and if it would just get me going..."
Big mistake. Huge.
I don't know what's happened to me, but my sensitivity to caffeine has gone through the roof! I went from tired to nauseous and panicky. Not quite a panic attack (I've had a real one, about 12 years ago, and some mini-ones here and there throughout the years, so I know what one feels like) but high enough that I was pretty sure I could hear the walls aging as I sat there.
So much for working! Good grief! I decided to try and walk it off, so I snapped on Lily's leash and off we went!
|Lily is such a prissy princess that if the ground is dirty and wet, she sits on her tail instead of directly down. She's a good girl though!|
And we kept going for over four miles. Lily was pretty bored. I mean, two miles is pretty darn entertaining for a dog strolling along, but around three, and they're thinking maybe you don't know where you're going.
The walk didn't help much, but at least it distracted me for a good hour. Eventually the caffeine burned off, and I realized that was "it." That was the last time I will ever have a cup of coffee. It was like that last time you see your boyfriend you broke up with months ago, after an on-again-off-again relationship, and you realize he really is a sleezebag, and you are well and truly done without any regrets. I'm completely broken up with coffee now.
On the Fitbit front, I hit my steps for the day. I also got a better idea of how many I pull in per mile. If I walk a mile, it is around 2,000 steps. If I run a mile, it is around 1500. That's right, I LOSE 500 steps for every mile I run. *sigh* I understand the mechanics of it, technically when you are running your stride length is longer, and thus less steps per mile! But on the number side? NO FAIR! I think I may want to set my goal to the miles on running days, and steps on non running days. Or I could just aim for the 10,000 steps, but there is a part of me that is resentful about it. I didn't say rational. *ahem*
On the scale side of things, it's slowly inching down as I slowly inch toward doing better with my meals. That's a good sign. Down is good.
Lastly, I painted a baby dragon. Just because.
|"Bindy" 4x6" watercolor on watercolor paper.|
I want a pet dragon!