So my week has been filled with failure, new horizons, chicken chimichangas, and pizza.
It was a week of a ridiculous schedule made completely impossible by lack of sleep and then too much sleep...(like Seinfeld, I even out).
I also ran out of my beloved Cinnamon Puffins that inspire great poetry.
It was all downhill from there. It's amazing what havoc occured due to interruptions in my routine. It was made obvious this week that despite all of my drive to get healthy, I am out of control when I'm not following a schedule. Not to mention that when I didn't have enough sleep, I knew that I would be reaching for fatty goodness. In preparation, I walked down to the gas station to buy Donut Replacement Therepy (aka "anything remotely healthy found at a gas station"). I'm glad I picked Trail Mix because I was promptly inhaling it two hours later. I did have a moment when I looked down at my cupped hand full of raisins, peanuts, cashews, and sunflower seeds and thought, "What the hell am I doing?" I never thought I'd see the day when I binged on trail mix, but there you have it.
Of course, the week didn't get better eating wise. I began a physically demanding job this week, and after a single day, my legs were completely crippled from my hips to my heels. Being unemployed for a year and then just hopping right in with more energized enthusiasm than a body can handle will do that to someone. I hobbled to the closest Mexican Restaurant to make up for the calories lost.
I refuse to weigh in tomorrow, not because I failed this past week, but because I don't want Samm to feel so bad after I show him that I lost 20 pounds in a single week by eating pizza and Mexican food. That would be rude. Don't you agree? Friends don't do that to friends, especially when he's gone organic and stuff. heeheehee...actually, I KNOW what I weigh because I feel it. I don't need the numbers to let me know that I feel all flipflopped around and a mess. It's obvious that this week I completely backtracked, and did not lose weight or get healthier (although the pizza did have pineapple on it - that counts as fruit/veg, right?). I REFUSE TO SEE THE NUMBERS. I WANT TO BE IN DENIAL...so I will be. :) On Monday, I can pretend that nothing happened, and I'll make sure I have my damn Puffins, and good sleep.
Cheers to catching up with the damn wagon.
It was a week of a ridiculous schedule made completely impossible by lack of sleep and then too much sleep...(like Seinfeld, I even out).
I also ran out of my beloved Cinnamon Puffins that inspire great poetry.
It was all downhill from there. It's amazing what havoc occured due to interruptions in my routine. It was made obvious this week that despite all of my drive to get healthy, I am out of control when I'm not following a schedule. Not to mention that when I didn't have enough sleep, I knew that I would be reaching for fatty goodness. In preparation, I walked down to the gas station to buy Donut Replacement Therepy (aka "anything remotely healthy found at a gas station"). I'm glad I picked Trail Mix because I was promptly inhaling it two hours later. I did have a moment when I looked down at my cupped hand full of raisins, peanuts, cashews, and sunflower seeds and thought, "What the hell am I doing?" I never thought I'd see the day when I binged on trail mix, but there you have it.
Of course, the week didn't get better eating wise. I began a physically demanding job this week, and after a single day, my legs were completely crippled from my hips to my heels. Being unemployed for a year and then just hopping right in with more energized enthusiasm than a body can handle will do that to someone. I hobbled to the closest Mexican Restaurant to make up for the calories lost.
I refuse to weigh in tomorrow, not because I failed this past week, but because I don't want Samm to feel so bad after I show him that I lost 20 pounds in a single week by eating pizza and Mexican food. That would be rude. Don't you agree? Friends don't do that to friends, especially when he's gone organic and stuff. heeheehee...actually, I KNOW what I weigh because I feel it. I don't need the numbers to let me know that I feel all flipflopped around and a mess. It's obvious that this week I completely backtracked, and did not lose weight or get healthier (although the pizza did have pineapple on it - that counts as fruit/veg, right?). I REFUSE TO SEE THE NUMBERS. I WANT TO BE IN DENIAL...so I will be. :) On Monday, I can pretend that nothing happened, and I'll make sure I have my damn Puffins, and good sleep.
Cheers to catching up with the damn wagon.
2 comments:
I would still weigh in. My weigh in days are Wednesday, and this past weigh in I thought for sure I had gained weight (been kind of on a food bender since I my mom died), and somehow I had lost 3.4 lbs.
And even if you don't lose weight, while you know you did bad, sometimes it helps to see how bad to get you back on track.
Congratulations on the 3.4!!! That's awesome! Perhaps I should weigh in just so I know...
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