So, my pain levels are starting to suck again. But I can't say that I'm surprised. Why? Well I'll tell you.
1) All of my good intentions about stretching every day sort of became just that - good intentions. Yeah, it's a good idea. A great idea. And I think it does help me. But after a long crappy work day it's just not what I want to do. I get home and I've just spent 10 or 11 or 12 hours doing things I don't want to do. So once I'm finally free, I want to do what I want to do. I want to blog, I want to cook and bake, I want to hang out with Jonathan, I want to dick around on Facebook and the PPK message boards and Etsy, whatever. I don't want to spend yet more of my day doing yet another thing that feels like a chore. I'm fully aware that this is an immature, self-defeatist attitude. In my defense, though it's somewhat wrapped up in...
2) Work being insane again/still. There's just no end in sight. It's bad enough that at this point every member of my little team has gone to the bosses either to have an earnest discussion about the totally unmanageable workload, or just flat out flipping out and on the verge of tears. They're asking us to do way, way, way too much work. We're all working overtime, and we still can't get it all done, and important things are just falling right through our fingers and it feels like shit. It's such a stressful situation to be in. The bottom line is that we need more employees and can't have them. So my minimum work day tends to be 9 to 10 hours long, and I'm pretty much always working a 6 day week. I think my next break from that is probably Thanksgiving. (Yes, that's right, the holiday that is a month and a half from now.)
So yeah. After yet another day in that workplace, it's pretty hard to convince myself that what I should be doing when I get home is anything other than what I absolutely most want to be doing to make myself happy. The irony being that this kind of work schedule and stress it pure torture on my body, making it all the more important that I do things like, uh, stretch.
3) It's October, right? Just mid October, not even late October. And yet. It is effing freezing outside! Seriously, every day this week it's been crap like, 45 feels like 40, 42 feels like 36, or yesterday was my favorite: 41 feels like 30! Oh, yeah, and of course it's been raining like every day. Now, on any given day of the year you can ask me "what's your least favorite weather?" and I'll tell you without hesitation: 40's and raining. Yeah. So we're in the middle of October, and instead of the awesome fall weather that I love, we've jumped straight to the December weather that I detest. And it's not just that it puts me in a mental funk either. A large part of my dislike is that my body HATES it. I wake up with that very special kind of headache, and I know without even going to the window what kind of day it is out there.
So that's my story. Work = ouch, weather = ouch, I am doing nothing to alleviate it because I'm a stubborn jerk, so body = ouch. Of course there's a good chance that no matter what I do my body is just going to be unhappy right now. But I should probably make more of an effort to take care of it regardless of that, right? Right.
Oh the disparities between what we know and what we do.
Alright. Tomorrow is National Chocolate Cupcake Day, but as I'm of course working tomorrow, I've got some baking to do. ;)