Hitting the Wall

In the world of marathon running, there is an expression called "hitting the wall." It is when you feel as though you cannot keep going; your body wants to quit because you have mentally and/or physically hit a wall. For some people it happens toward the end of the race. I didn't meet the brick beast many times when I was doing marathons, but when I did it, our introduction always took place between miles 14 – 18. I hate those four miles of a marathon ... just over halfway done, but nowhere near the end.

I am on day 25 of my 90-day EMAO experiment, and I am hitting the wall. Wiped out. Exhausted. I'm so tired that I don't want to spend time with myself. I feel sorry for my husband because I am definitely wearing some serious crabby pants. I should call him and tell him to stay out with his friends tonight. I drove home on autopilot, and when I pulled up at our house I was surprised at how I got here. I haven't been sleeping well lately; in fact, I cannot remember the last time that I got a good night's rest. Insomnia is normal for me; I'm not a huge fan of sleep aids, but tonight I'm popping an OTC tablet. Maybe eight hours of shuteye will knock down this damn wall and pick me back up so I can work out again. I have only exercised two out of the last four days, which is pathetic.

Okay, I'll stop whining now. Thanks for reading ... and listening.

AWW – XoXo

P.S. I weighed myself today. No change. Not one freaking ounce. ARGH!

Hitting the Wall