Size: 14
Blood Pressure: 135/89*
Feeling: Pre-Cryo: N/A
Post-Cryo: N/A
* I take medication for chronic hypertension.
Well, it's Sunday - the day of rest for the hardworking staff of Cryo954. Which means no cryotherapy for me!
So, here I am, forcing my 4-legged best friend, VanGogh, to pose with me in the backyard. It's more than a little obvious he doesn't love the "selfie", isn't it? (Sidenote: You can barely see his ear by my head, but since birth he has been missing the tip of one ear. We have no idea why - an accident at birth, maybe? But, it's how he got his very appropriate name "VanGogh").
It was a very late night last night. After successfully corrupting my children (relax, they're grown) by taking them to the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I didn't see the softer side of my pillow until nearly 4:30 am. I am not a young woman (shhhh, don't let that get around) and frankly, 4:30 am isn't what it used to be for me. I slept until about 11:30 am, but once the sun was up, it was fitful sleep. My "body clock" kept saying "Hey, it's daylight! Shouldn't we get up and do stuff?" and eventually I dragged myself out of bed, moped around in a robe for a bit and then took the longest shower in the world. My deepest apologies to the water shortage. Seriously.
So, how did my first day off from consecutive cryotherapy feel?
Meh.
It kinda sucked.
Sure, I was tired from the night before, but I did make those hours up by sleeping later - so, that shouldn't be much of a factor. My energy level is low. Much, much, much lower than it has been every other day this week. I feel sleepy and a bit lethargic. I thought about going to see a movie and was too lazy to actually do it.
I spent my day in a flannel shirt and jeans, ate a light lunch and actually dozed off on the couch watching last night's recorded Saturday Night Live premier. Not my most productive day by far.
There are about 15 things that I really should be doing...I need to go to the grocery store, throw in a load of laundry, tidy up my bedroom, etc. None of which will actually get done unless some miracle burst of energy occurs. I'm feeling lazy...and I can successfully argue that it is Sunday and the day of rest and that if my husband can spend the entire day on the couch watching football, I can lie around for a day too. Right?
Right?
I'm going to pretend you agreed with me there...
So, in experimental terms - my big takeaway today is that I am markedly without energy today. I am still calm, positive (mostly) and in a good place mentally - but I definitely lack that focus, energy and refreshed feeling.
My skin actually feels softer to me. I read an article yesterday about someone saying they felt as if their skin was "chapped" after one session and I can not imagine how...unless they had some sort of lotion on their skin before? I have never felt this chapped feeling and most people tend to feel that cryotherapy helps their skin.
I will be happy to return to cryotherapy tomorrow and see if it lifts my energy back to where I want to see it. Plus, last night I sat in the world's most uncomfortable seats and I have pinched something at the base of my spine that keeps twinging in a really unpleasant way. It's not unbearable, but if it persists tomorrow it will be good to be in a place where I can hopefully get it sorted out.
I just had a thought...
At 40-something (cough)...ok, ok - at 43 years old, perhaps my lower energy level is more normal for my age (I hate that I just said that) and my "normal" relatively low activity level. I'm not exactly the athletic type. I've heard the after-glow effects of cryotherapy compared to those of a runner's high, for example. I wonder if the energy boost I am experiencing during cryotherapy is akin to feeling younger (or at least more athletic)?
Whatever it is, I want it back. I miss it. I can't remember the last time I looked forward to a Monday - but, I am.
Cryotherapy...it can make you look forward to Mondays.
Amazing.
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