I woke up jazzed about "hitting" the heavy bag again! Then, I washed my hands after the morning trip to the loo and let's just say it was not a pleasant experience! I literally hit the bag so hard, bare knuckled yesterday, that I took skin off my hands! Making a fist hurts, so I can't imagine wrapping them and punching with the sparring gloves the hubs found. Merd! I really wanted to get some aggression out.
Then, the OTHER thing hit me. Exhaustion! The thing about living in the Rizzo (Arizona) is that when it's humid, even just a bit, it's like hell. I seriously think hell is colder! I worked out between 8 and 9 am. No sun hitting me yet, just good old fashioned heat and sweat. I made sure to drink lots of water during the work out and the rest of the day. I rested and napped after my work out, showered, and ate a decent sized lunch and supper. I went to bed at the normal time, slept like a log. And woke up DEAD ASS TIRED!!! *insert swear word*
I wanted to get upset and mad and curse this lame body of mine. Then I told myself that I have NO muscles....except the ones I use on a daily basis. Not to get into my whole story, but I was in a bed for basically a year, then recovering for a year, and I haven't truly exercised for more than a few days for about a week or two. But....every time I got this fatigued, I'd get discouraged and stop. That's where y'all come in!!!
I am going to rest today. My eyelids are tired, that tells me my body needs a break for today. BUT, just for today. I will get some form of exercise tomorrow. I think I'll try the heavy bag again, even if my hands still hurt. I like hitting it. I won't lie and say I don't have some pent up anger about how my surgeries went. I'm not going to dwell on that any longer. I have wasted too much time being pissed off. I think I'll use it to my advantage. Maybe I'll take some boxing classes when I get some muscle definition and stamina back. Who knows? Maybe I'll become professional boxer and spread IBD awareness that way.