OMG. That dinner rocked.
Listening to: Jet Airliner, Steve Miller Band.
I've been sucked back into the gym. And that's ok.
Really. It is. I don't know what it is about a machine that makes me feel like I've had a more worthwhile workout, but I feel more effective. And plus, it's going to be like a 8000 degrees today... Ross wants to try a 5k on the track to see what my time would be. I think he has dropped his basket. He is a great motivator, though.
So. I need a crystal ball. I really need to know how long I will be keeping this weight off. While I don't picture myself going back to the old way of living and this is maintainable, I spent my entire life never EVER seeing myself as NOT being overweight. There is a real conflict of interest here. Before, I was a thin girl in a big girl body. Now, I still feel like the thin girl in a thin girl body, but a little piece of me is waiting for the rope to run out.
I also had a weird experience this weekend. I was getting seriously burned out. I ate- literally- watever the hell I wanted. I had mashed potatos with roasted beef tenderloin followed by more than a bottle of wine (sooooo worth it, Erin- that was a balst!), capping off the night (or early morning), with pizza. I proceeded to wake up and go directly to Breuggars (well, I sent Ross, isn't that the same?) for an onion breakfast bagel. I just stopped worrying. I won't even get into dinner.
I know. The begginning of the end. But maybe not.
I never for one second thought that it would or could continue like this. It was going to end Sunday and it did. Just like that. Back on plan. I feel satisfied. Satiated. No desire remains (except for chocolate but it's THAT TIME). For me, one weekend of bagels and pizza does not an 80 pound gain make. It's when I start to look foward to next weekend or my next treat that we have a problem. And I'm not. I look back on that fabulous weekend and that night on the town and relish in the fact that I have hit that magical place where I can have a bagel every once in a while and enjoy the hell out of it... and that it doesn't lead to another one. I'm back down to normal (weight wise) and had an excellent start to the week (workout wise).
I am, as they say, moving on.
I've been sucked back into the gym. And that's ok.
Really. It is. I don't know what it is about a machine that makes me feel like I've had a more worthwhile workout, but I feel more effective. And plus, it's going to be like a 8000 degrees today... Ross wants to try a 5k on the track to see what my time would be. I think he has dropped his basket. He is a great motivator, though.
So. I need a crystal ball. I really need to know how long I will be keeping this weight off. While I don't picture myself going back to the old way of living and this is maintainable, I spent my entire life never EVER seeing myself as NOT being overweight. There is a real conflict of interest here. Before, I was a thin girl in a big girl body. Now, I still feel like the thin girl in a thin girl body, but a little piece of me is waiting for the rope to run out.
I also had a weird experience this weekend. I was getting seriously burned out. I ate- literally- watever the hell I wanted. I had mashed potatos with roasted beef tenderloin followed by more than a bottle of wine (sooooo worth it, Erin- that was a balst!), capping off the night (or early morning), with pizza. I proceeded to wake up and go directly to Breuggars (well, I sent Ross, isn't that the same?) for an onion breakfast bagel. I just stopped worrying. I won't even get into dinner.
I know. The begginning of the end. But maybe not.
I never for one second thought that it would or could continue like this. It was going to end Sunday and it did. Just like that. Back on plan. I feel satisfied. Satiated. No desire remains (except for chocolate but it's THAT TIME). For me, one weekend of bagels and pizza does not an 80 pound gain make. It's when I start to look foward to next weekend or my next treat that we have a problem. And I'm not. I look back on that fabulous weekend and that night on the town and relish in the fact that I have hit that magical place where I can have a bagel every once in a while and enjoy the hell out of it... and that it doesn't lead to another one. I'm back down to normal (weight wise) and had an excellent start to the week (workout wise).
I am, as they say, moving on.
posted by jenfromtheco | 5:02 AM
1 Comments:
I don't think you have it in you to go back. Being healhty is a lifestyle for you, not a fad. Glad you had a good weekend, and glad you are back on track.
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