Two cups of java and a banana for breakfast. Lunch was Thai (tofu green curry of course!), and dinner was a tofuky kielbasa with sauerkraut and relish.
Nothing exciting, I know. I’m in the midst of planning a major revamp of some of my meals though, so I’m excited to clean things up a bit. It’s long overdue.
Yesterday was another Crossfit WOD day. It was the first time going without M though, so it felt weird. He was playing soccer indoors at school, and kicked the ball….and a door someone was opening…at the same time and smashed a few toes. He came home limping, and stayed home!
It was raining pretty hard all day, so instead of the normal running warm up, I opted for the rower. 300m row, then some shoulder rows, wall squats, hand stands (I can’t do a handstand push-up…yet), an ab exercise whose name escapes me, and some Samson stretches.
The skill work was Push Press. 7 reps, slowly building weight for each rep until you max out. My max was only 72 lbs! Crazy, when I saw people lifting nearly 200lbs.
The WOD was 3 rounds of: 400m runs, 20 one arm kettle bell snatches (I used a 15 lb weight), and 10 pull ups. The 3 rounds took me 13:15 to finish. By the time we got to the WOD, it was only drizzling, and it frankly felt really good.
And the WOD books came in! Sounds silly, but I’m quite excited. I love the workout names. The “girls” are “Benchmark WODs named for storms or anything else that leaves you incapacitated and uncomfortable, but lured back for more the next time she comes around.” How cool is that??
The “heroes” are “Benchmark WODs named for fallen military heroes, and then there’s a bunch of other workouts too. Not every WOD has a name, but I just thought that was pretty cool.
Shortly after getting home from Crossfit yesterday, I started feeling like crap. Sore throat, headache, that type of thing. We went to bed pretty early, which sounded like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t sleep much and woke up feeling even worse.
However, that will all hopefully change! After my first meeting this morning, I had a doctor’s appt. A long overdue appt with a sleep doctor. It’s high time I deal seriously with this insomnia garbage and start sleeping like a normal person.
Without going into a ton of gory details, I will tell you that (beginning tonight), I’m embarking on what is going to be a long and painful journey to sleeping like a normal person. This involves changes in my “sleep hygiene” and some lifestyle changes as well. While I’m nervous about it (it’s likely to take about 2 months to see drastic changes…which will mean a lot of sleep restriction and deprivation during that time), I’m sort of looking at this as a time to make a clean slate in a few things. Cleaning up my diet, reducing/eliminating the evening glass (or 2) of wine, etc. A renewal, if you will.
But of course I have to end with a funny story. One of the things Dr. P said was that bed is for sleeping (well, and one other thing, but this is a PG blog) only. And if I don’t fall asleep in 15-20 minutes, that I have to get out of bed and do something incredibly mind-numbing until I feel sleepy, and then try again. No electronics/computer, etc. No big lights or anything to stimulate my brain. He suggested a boring book, crossword puzzle, etc. So off to Barnes and Noble I went on my way home. I picked up 3 books I thought may bore me to tears and encourage me to want to go to bed. A Catholic Study Bible, The Arabian Nights, and The Count of Monte Cristo. Not to be mean to the classics, but flipping through them and the style of writing (hello, Thees and Thous), I figured I’d be out like a light! Anyway, I’m standing in line, and a very nice older man behind me starts getting excited about how nice it is to see a “youngster” reading these books, and starts to flip through Arabian Nights, exclaiming how he’d lose himself in these stories and how much I’m going to enjoy them. I didn’t have the heart to say that I bought them in an effort to cure insomnia. Seemed cruel to ruin his fun