I know rest days are important for recovery. I just have a hard time taking them. Before my few-month period of non-exercising-nut-butter-overeating, I would run and step and body pump forever. There were no rest days, not without guilt and anxiety.
This may have been part of the problem.
Today, I’ve decided, without guilt or recrimination to take a rest day for my legs. I’ve been going solid since July 16 (varying degrees of length and intensity, but almost always running, with walking and step in there as well), and likely I should really just let them rest.
Might go for a full rest day, or maybe will do yoga or just work out arms or abs. I just may go for full rest though, as I haven’t permitted myself to just be lazy for a while, and I don’t want to get back to the burn out, non-exersizing-anything-overeating state again.
So the plan: Waffles. Avatar. Reading all the books. And slack. A worthy plan!
Speaking of giving it a rest, it’s been about a week since I had spinach pie, until last night. I ate them, and I enjoyed them but… well, they didn’t give me that feeling I’d get that I needed to eat more. I declare the seduction broken, not likely to return until say early next year. Hopefully by then I can actually figure out my own, healthier version.
Well, maybe not necessarily healthier. But still my own. :)