On the way I decided it would be a good idea to buy a dumbell set, and when parking didn't put 2 and 2 together. As a result I had to lug a 16kg box of the most awkward dimensions across the town centre, stopping every few steps to rest and catch my breath. It felt like an superhero feat; definitely an unplanned workout.
I had a great catch up with my best friend though, and a good gossip and giggle session really cheered me up. I was back home by lunchtime today though and I felt absolutely knackered. My body was an absolute mess.
Throughout the week I've only had 1 days rest, and pulled some punishing 1-2 hour gym sessions that could perhaps be defined as masochistic or counter-productive. It all caught up with me today when I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed wrapped up in duvets having snoozes and reading some trashy books.
I've been mainlining health and fitness podcasts (favourite form of motivation) and I've learned it is possible to overexercise, undereat and generally overdo it. This is great, because it allows me to give myself permission to have a day off, or the odd treat every now and then without feeling guilty (as long as I'm not blowing up my calorie allowance). Not only does it help me relax and recharge my willpower, but my body usually thanks me for it by rewards on the scale. I hopped on this morning and hit an all time low. That's the whoosh for you. I'm definitely in favour of taking proper rest and treat days.
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