I’ve had a really challenging week food/exercise wise. I’ve had so many weeks where it has felt easy. When I was on a roll. In a routine. I came home, cooked, ate, blogged, worked out, showered, and went to bed.
But the last week has changed some of that. Things got hard.
- Darkness. (Literally, not emotionally.) I get home from work around 5. It is pretty close to dark by 6. I do not want to run on a treadmill until I have to. That means I need to run pretty much as soon as I get home. I’m a little resistant to that. But I did it today. I know that if I wait until I settle in, I’m not gonna get back out in the dark. So I just gotta do it. I did today.
- My birthday. Great day. But that has meant multiple dinners out, cake, etc. And dinner out has usually disrupted my workout schedule on top of not having as much control over what I eat. AND eating out has meant not having homemade lunches either. So we’re eating in now. I made this awesome soup tonight. I’m cooking. Amen.
- Sweets. I’m back to spending 32 cents a day on a mini Reese cup and a Hershey miniature. Almost every day around 2:30. It’s eating out of boredom. I’m counting them, but not double like the deal I made with myself. So I’m back to doubling calories for things eaten out of emotion – anger, boredom, celebration, encouragement.
Okay, so that’s really not that hard. I was over calories last week, but I still saw the scale go down. And this week? We ate out last night but my deficit today and my excess yesterday cancel each other out.
With the holidays coming up, the past week has really encouraged me. I can do this. I am doing this.
I had a week that was off, and I jumped right back on. That’s so reassuring to me. I didn’t let a few meals out and 3 consecutive days without working out knock me right back to where I used to be. So I overate and had alcohol at Bonefish. I ate a lot of the chips that came with my Hoppin Juan at Lynn’s. I ate cake that made my lips tingle and swell.
But you know what? I’m still able to wear my clothes. I didn’t wake up back at 237. I’m still a runner.
And I’ll still be the same new me after the new year. Bring on the holidays!
I totally relate to the last part of this post. I too had a couple of extravagant weeks (my birthday, a trip to Vegas), and the fact that I could come ‘back’ to this new lifestyle with ease and comfort was HUGE to me. It’s like … healthy feels like home now, you know?
i am irrationally terrified of suddenly WAKING UP 236 pounds again… as if one might really just gain 70 pounds from one really serious meal (or day, or week, or month, let’s face it). i’m glad i’m not the only one who thinks about that, but i really wonder if it will ever go away.
how was that soup by PW? I’ve been itching to try it.
That’s the sh!t right there! ;-)
I hate that it gets dark so fast now! But I admire you for running anyway…especially with your dog problem. :)