August 5, 2009
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So over the past two weeks, I’ve fallen of some of the wagons that I’m normally on – the exercise bandwagon, the writing down everything I eat bandwagon, the sweeping the house bandwagon, the mowing the lawn bandwagon, the not drinking soda bandwagon and the not eating fast food bandwagon.
I was doing okay on basically all of these fronts until last week when every instrument in the lab that I’m responsible for broke. Okay, that’s a slight hyperbole but really, that’s what it felt like. I thought that I had finally beaten the emotional connection between bad day and bad food – but apparently I hadn’t had enough stress to test that full disconnect. So last week was bad – and I ate badly but still managed to at least complete the final week of bootcamp (with half-marathon training going by the wayside) and do my final mile in my best time yet – 8:30seconds. I’ll take that.
This week? I just can’t seem to get fully back on track. My eating is still not being written down and since this is an off week for bootcamp, I’m still not exercising (aside from finally mowing the lawn and doing dog park stuff). I have avoided fast food thus far this week but did go out on our service engineer’s dollar yesterday. The soda…though…wow. Soda. I LOVE soda. Sugar is seriously a drug. Whatever else is in soda, caffeine, bubbles and all that jazz, they are NOTHING compared to the first hit of sugar to my veins. I cannot even explain the sheer pleasure of sugar buzzing all along my bones. So, when I re-quit soda next week (post mountain vacation), I don’t even want to think about the sheerly sucky pain that’s coming my way. Oh well. I will enjoy it while it lasts and next Tuesday you will all get to see my complaints and generalized bitchiness. At least bootcamp will be re-started and that will get my hiney to the gym.
I know that a week or two is not the end of my healthy diet/exercise plan. I do. But I do know that getting back on the horse after a nasty tumble is important. I’m trying in small steps.
Comments (1)
natasha always says it only takes the next meal to get back on track. i think you’re in good shape, fer serious. and, really, how can anyone go through life without indulging every now and again (esp when the shit is hitting the fan)? i think it’s fair.