In case you need solid evidence of the funk I've been in, behold my weekly recap:
Tuesday: ice cream on the couch while watching Biggest Loser
Wednesday: 700 m. swim (a glimpse of hope!)
Thursday: resting up from that swim, apparently
Saturday: 6 miles
Sunday: 4 miles, 25 min. strength work
I think the funk actually started clearing on Thursday. I had a couple of aha moments. One may or may not have involved stepping on the scale. Yikes. The other was that little nagging voice in the back of my mind trying to remind me that running and working out always makes me feel better. I've never felt more stressed or upset AFTER a run - it always helps. So Thursday night I sat down and made plan for the rest of the month (Friday was an intentional rest day because I had some other stuff going on).
My runs yesterday and today, while slow, felt good. I was happy to be outside (admidst the steady sound of gun shots - hello hunting opener) and happy to be moving. I'm planning on jumping back into morning running this week - hopefully daylight savings time will help. You'd think after running for nearly 10 years, it would be a no brainer to run through stress and life drama. And yet the cheesecake and the ice cream still have their pull . . . I'm a work in progress!