Relax friends... I have NOT fallen off the face of the earth... just the wagon.
August was a month that saw both Abby and me out of town a lot. Abby was gone the first part of the month for several days to Sacramento and Lake Tahoe (I want to go on her wellness weekend next year... it sounded awesome and the pictures were beautiful!).
She was back in town for a couple of days before I left for 10 days; vacation to Savannah for a few days before a work conference in Charleston.
I had great intentions when I left. I had packed my workout clothes and tennis shoes and my handy dandy wellness/fitness binder. I've been compiling all my "Abby Info" in this binder; once our journey is over, it's going to be a great reference guide for me to use to continue the journey on my own.
Pretty much during the month of August, I played hooky. I didn't fall off the wagon completely, but I let myself down. I let Abby down. At this point, August is all kind of a big blur to me, so even if I wanted to blab to y'all about my excuses, I couldn't remember them.
Of course, there are no excuses. I simply didn't make exercise a priority. I enjoyed my vacation and time away. I ate things I shouldn't. I drank things I shouldn't. And I didn't exercise when I should've.
All was not a total bust, however. When Nickey and I were in Savannah and Charleston, we did a LOT of walking! In fact, we walked pretty much everywhere we went and we didn't always do it at a leisurely pace. It rained every day we were in Savannah, so we scooted a little faster than we typically would anyway. The first night we were there, it poured. I had on my Rainbow flip flops. I quickly realized that the way my toes were gripping my flip flops to keep them from falling off my feet and washing down the street used different muscles than normal. The next morning, my legs were sore!
My food choices weren't always totally bad... but they weren't always great either. I tried to make good choices sometimes. I failed miserably when it came to Savannah Candy Kitchen and River Street sweets passing out free samples of their pralines, though. Those are just the devil themselves. The last one I had was so fresh and still very warm... and I couldn't finish it. I could feel myself becoming physically ill.
I hadn't checked my blood sugar too regularly and had skipped a couple of days when I got a reading of 147. No wonder I felt bad. I was feeling the effects of the lack of exercise and good, clean, healthy food. I had fallen back into my old habits and it wasn't hard to do! It's scary how easy it was to order that first Coke with the pizza. I know, I shouldn't have had the pizza in the first place, but my gosh, it was Vinnie Van GoGo's and that's what they do. And they do it well. And I'm sorry, but I just can't drink water or unsweet tea with pizza. In my opinion, that's just so wrong. Besides, it tastes weird.
I started monitoring my blood sugar a little more closely and it didn't get that high again, but I could tell when my choice of food and/or drink directly influence my blood sugar level which directly affected the way I felt--physically AND mentally.
In a really strange way, I began to look forward to being home. I wanted to feel better. And, I began to realize fully that for me, feeling better means eating healthy and exercising. How weird!
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