That's how I felt when I woke up this morning. As I mentioned in my last post, Mike and I threw a party last night. The entire bash has left me in pain. I am definitely feeling old. I had full intention of going to the gym after we got back from shopping for new drapes today but with the combination of fatigue, the cold, windy, rainy weather, and the steaks that we bought for dinner, I didn't make it.
I am starting to feel thicker around the middle. And not in a good way. I hate this feeling. For those of you who don't know, I used to be 220 lbs. of fat. Well, I was more athletic than the average person. I had participated sports before - tennis (competively), skiing, golf, soccer. I was definitely competitive. But I was always the fat kid. Anyway, after years of gymratting, I had brought myself to a lean physique that I liked. I had also vowed not to ever let myself go back. I am scared that I am beginning that journey.
This new job at is tiring. I love it dearly but it really is cutting into my workout schedule. It's not easy because we tend to move a lot of heavy things. We are on our feet for 8-hour shifts. We are constantly moving around helping customers, restocking shelves, arranging and re-arranging the displays to make them look ever-so appetizing. And that's just the cheese section. Working in the beer department is so strenuous, that I hesitate to lift before going to work because of all the cases I have to lift, move, or stock during that shift. My biggest fear is that I won't be able to prevent a tower of beer cases from falling on top of me (and I have stopped two stacks from falling, so far) because all my strength would have been sapped by the exercises that I did before work. It's crazy hard work and it puts a toll on one's body.
I asked my co-worker the other day if she also felt sore after work. She said that in the three years she has been there, there has not been a day that she has not felt sore after work. Great. At least, I am not alone.
Next week, my schedule has me closing the store all five days that I am working. I won't be starting until 2pm. I have planned workouts in, both cardio and stregth, just so that I can burn off some of this "thickness" I feel. I told Mike that I was getting fat. He said, "Honey, you are not. And even if you were, who cares... I love you." Yeah, like that really helps. Okay, maybe it does. Okay, it really does. Still, I can't help but feel.... well, Uggghhhh. Later.