With Australia Day said and done, and with the husband back at work…

…I meant to consider today my new Monday for the week.

…I meant to get out of bed at 9am.

…I meant to start the day with my yoga DVD (thanks again, Jenera! I love it.)

…I meant to prepare a nice breakfast to start the day with.

Instead? I overslept for some reason, despite the fact that I went to bed early last night. My ideas for yoga and a nice brekkie flew out the door when I started ambling around the house with moderate pains and a bit of a sick stomach – signs that I overdid it yesterday.

It’s so easy – too easy – to forget that it has only been about a week and a half since I had surgery. The surface scars are healing nicely, but the incisions underneath mean I still need to take it easy. It seems even walking the normal distances I used to walk takes it out of me something fierce.

As the weight I lost after surgery is piling up, I hate to sit back and ‘take it easy’ on myself, despite knowing that’s what I have to do to heal properly. But I can’t really afford uncomfortable, sleepy mornings like this very often, either, so I guess I will do what I must.

Bleh.