I went for a run on Sunday (today is Tuesday) and oh my calf muscles! It was my first run in a few weeks and so of course, I felt good out there and ran the furthest I ever have. I knew I might be a wee bit sore so stretched lots afterwards but obviously not enough for my calves.
So tonight I’ve taken magnesium and I did a “yoga with Adriene” workout – I’m doing the 30 days of yoga again since I loved it so much the first time round. It’s really impressive how much I have gained in my flexibility already!
When I went to visit my potential new workplace before I decided to accept the job there, the women mentioned that they have their 500 calorie days…well, I thought they were joking so of course laughed and proceeded to turn up with a full lunchbox consisting of a cheese sandwich and a variety of snacks. During my first day, I had to ignore my stomach positively crying at me for food all morning as the hours passed and no one ate. Finally at 1:00, my boss declared she just had to eat or something bad was going to happen. ‘Thank goodness’ I thought, ‘she is normal after all’ . I tried not to appear too eager as we sat down for lunch and I got stuck into my sandwich. Sensing her eyes on me, I looked up at her watching me with a slightly amused look on her face. She daintily ate her tiny pot of yoghurt, followed by a kiwi fruit. I barely registered though, because I was starving and went back to stuffing my face with dairy and carbs.
Two weeks into the job, I’ve realised they were serious about 500 calorie days. I cannot believe how little they eat! It can’t be good for blood sugar levels surely? Still, I believe there’s a middle ground. I’m putting weight on again due to eating basically whatever I want but now I’m working I don’t have as much time for running. So today I took in my carrot and celery sticks, nuts and seeds and a banana. I felt satisfied but not bloated and sluggish – perfect.
In other news, we had a short, sharp earthquake here in New Zealand last night. No damage. Just a reminder to us kiwis why we are dubbed the ‘shaky isles’. It was a good reminder that life is short and precious. It’s a waste to live it unhappily. I’m committed to doing everything I can to get myself out of this dark hole I’m in…and I believe it’s working. I’m still on shaky ground, but I’m finding my strength bit by bit, every day. I hope you are living your version of a happy life?