For some reason, switching my gym workout really seems to have kicked my butt. I was feeling bad enough this morning to consider staying home sick for at least a few hours - not queasy-sick but tired and out of it. It might still be whatever was bothering me earlier in the week too; I felt OK until I bent backward over a ball to stretch my back and got a rush of vertigo. Other than that the dizziness has mostly abated. The other odd thing is that my weight's gone down a little. It's only about two pounds but if that persists and if there's any remaining dizziness I will call the doctor.
The weight loss could also be an artifact of the time at the races or of the days I missed workign out afterward. The problem is that I don't really understand how weightloss works, in terms of time. That is, if you burn more calories than you ingest one day, do you instantly lose weight or does the effect take a little while to show up?
Whatever. I really could use a day off just to rest. Good thing it's a long weekend - I may have to have a Talk with Rudder, my local whirling dervish, about this.
And speaking of Rudder, yesterday I got home from work a little late, having called to say when I was leaving, and walked in five minutes before dinner was ready: grilled salmon and asparagus, couscous with sundried tomatoes, and a bottle of Chardonnay opened.
I may keep him.
Posted by dichroic at September 2, 2004 12:58 PM