Rest Day

One of these days on the night before the rest day I’m going to go to bed at a regular hour…always end up being about an hour lat since I know I don’t have to get up and go work out. 

Stepped on the scale last night, dragged the tape out, too…last time, today’s the day I start to track daily caloric intake…this is getting ridiculous.  Apparently I can’t feed myself properly.  Bit frustrating, but not entirely surprising.  Me and food have always gotten along in a delightfully co-dependent way.  Once I regulate my own intake, I tend to go overboard. 

Good times. 

Update:  feeling completely bleah, I hurt in new places, little frustrated, not liking the physical me at the moment.  Usually kind of like this on rest days…lack of endorphins maybe?  Need to find something to do to actively rest.