Thursday, 5 August 2004
Blech, Part II
I woke up this morning feeling sluggish, a general malaise. It's been dogging me for a while now, though I never was able to put my finger on it.
Sure, it's been hot lately, and I don't sleep soundly when it's like that. But last night was cool, so that wasn't it.
Work's been tough, but not drive-me-out of my mind insane. So, that's not it either.
Everything else is pretty much in place, so... But wait - there is something. I haven't exercised regularly for something going on two months now. Hmm, that makes sense.
I came across this particular entry when it first came out, and it definitely sounded logical to me (as did its follow-up. Nodding my mind's eye's head (does that make sense?) in agreement, I never expected that I'd actually feel it myself.
I figure that just about everyone would agree that there's a correlation between exercise and feeling good. But John Fleck proposes that, after exercising regularly and then stopping, you'll actually feel worse. Makes sense, at least in an anecdotal way.
At least, it works for me: For the last few weeks, I've felt like this. Lax, sometimes even sullen. After Heather and I saw Super Size Me, I realized that the same thing that happened to Morgan Spurlock was happening to me on a smaller scale. No exercise and questionable eating habits (though not nearly as bad as his) have done a lot to drag me down.
Hmm. Now I have a choice to make: Look for a way to start exercising again (everyone's on vacation, so my regular place is closed), or have a McDonald's-fueled euphoric high.
Er, on second thought, maybe I won't let you know how that one comes out...