I’ll have a real post for you soon. But lately I’ve just been finding it difficult to get going. I blame the temperatures — probably because it’s convenient.
We’re officially at the point in an Arizona summer where 100 degrees or less is considered a novelty. Monday it was 107, yesterday it was 105 and today it’s supposed to get up to 106.
Heat makes most people languid, and apparently it’s even worse for those of us with fatigue.
You don’t want to go outside, and even when you’re inside a nice, cool house… Meh, easier to lie around reading or watching TV. Probably snacking because, while heat outside is somehow to blame for lassitude indoors, it somehow fails to affect your appetite when you’re in a nice, HVAC-cooled house.
My goal over the next week or two is to start getting my act together. The first focus: water. The trip got me out of the habit of near-constant hydrating. If I don’t have at least 85ish oz a day, I start to get dizzy and nauseated. I feel best taking in around a gallon of water daily.
If that sounds like a lot, then I invite you to come down to Arizona for a couple of weeks. You’ll soon find yourself sick from dehydration or you’ll be chugging water like crazy. (Man, I should be on the tourism board!)
If I can get more water in my system, I’ll probably snack less. I’m craving a lot of salty stuff, which is a good indicator that my body is trying to hoard water. When I drink enough, it’s easier — though rarely easy — to avoid snacking. (In fact, just writing this is making me crave potato chips.)
Life will be simpler if I can just coax myself back into my diet mode: protein bar, peanut butter, protein bar, peanut butter, frozen meal, a few squares of Cadbury and maybe one more small snack.
It’s easier than worrying about food. More importantly, it’s a great, mindless way to limit snacking. It’s just “Nope, it’s not time for chocolate yet” rather than “Man, I want chocolate. But I shouldn’t. But I could. But I shouldn’t. But mfmfthm.” (That last word is the sound of rationalizing through a mouth full of chocolate.)
One piece of positive news: My cousin’s coming to town on Sunday. I haven’t seen her since the wedding, so it’ll be good to catch up.
It’s also good because a guest forces me to clean.
At the very least, it means the tub, sink and toilet will all get a much-needed scrub. The rest is basically a losing battle thanks to a combination of tile floors, dirt yard and dog that loves to plop down in that dirt yard. Not to mention the dust that accumulates appallingly quickly.
Still, I’ll do my best to go down swinging. And as my cousin has repeatedly pointed out, living with her two sons means that “clean” is now a foreign concept to her. Which means she’ll feel right at home here.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to run the Roomba in the living/dining room, while lying around unproductively in front of the TV with Tim.
Are you out enjoying the heat and sun, or are you melting into a pool of procrastination too?