Energy Wasted

I did not come into my two week vacation with intent on noticing the effects of sedentary lifestyle. Indeed I came into my two week vacation with intent on continuing my exercise and dieting regimen. But I quickly fell victim to temptation, and I dove in head first. I ate and ate, and ate some more. Two pints of ice cream, mountains of beef jerky, and chocolate oh! yes the chocolate. Even now, as I write this, I have a king size Symphony Toffee and Almonds chocolate bar sitting on the table next to me.

I feel a difference. I feel stiff, sore, and moving is difficult, even burdensome. I am emotionally tired, dull, and slow, not to mention guilty. I feel bloated, my joints ache, and my limbs are restless.

Before my vacation I exercised every day and ate healthy. Chocolate, my weakness, came in only small amounts a few times a week. Movement was a joy, a dance! I loved to move and stretch my body. To feel the muscles stretch and contract beneath healthy skin. To twist and turn, to make my heart pound, my lungs hot, and my skin glisten with sweat. When I was exhausted from exercise and dancing I was happy, content, and my day counted. My body moved without effort, I glided when I walked, my arms flew through air, strong and carefree.

But now I am stuffing my mouth with chocolate. Sweet, sweet chocolate how I love thee. My bum is firmly planted on the couch as I watch TV in my pajamas. This has been what I did for about 60% of my entire time here. I don't even dare to imagine what my caloric intake was today.

And so I have one day left here, my dad's birthday, before I go back home to recover from my amazingly unhealthy vacation. I can do it, I have my routine down. I know what works for me. But theory is easy and practice is a whole other game. But I can do it, I have, and I will.

Until then I will watch my hips get squishier and my tummy grow bigger for one more day. Because I can.

I hope my yoga mat will be happy to see me.