Also also! (Because I’m sure you care)
It makes me unreasonably happy that my cat waited to go to bed until I got home from the gym. She was laying on the sofa when I walked through the door, even though Cody and the dog were already back in the bedroom asleep. As soon as I came through the door she got up, stretched, and followed me around until I got under the covers— then she proceeded to hop up and cuddle up against my neck/chest.
I know it’s petty, I’m just so excited that Kitty still loves me best.
I’ve been running my miles with my sister outside in her neighborhood. Tonight I completed them on the treadmill at the gym. Two things I’d forgotten about treadmills:
1. They make running WAY easier on your body!
2. They make running WAY harder on your mind!
Even though I couldn’t keep myself from staring at the time and distance on the treadmill instead of, you know, just running— I found tonight’s workout to be really enjoyable. I got red faced and sweaty, but I really feel that tonight’s run turned around my mood. Like. Hello, endorphins! Thanks for making me happy!
Because although my post earlier may make it seem as though my attitude was “so I binged, oh well!” It really was a lot closer to “I hate myself why the fuck did I eat that stuff I wasn’t even really that hungry holy cow I’ve gained weight I am going to look six months pregnant in a not glowing but totally disheveled way”. (Yay run on sentences!) After my run I felt much closer to the calm, collected, “it was just one time” reaction— and didn’t hate myself as I got ready for bed in front of the mirror.
Oh this strange relationship with working out and eating. My mind is definitely a work in progress.
Planned out meals today— ate fabulously and on point.
Then came home from work and ravaged the kitchen. Welp. That wasn’t part of the plan!
Here is to acknowledging that I was hungry and that my body craved food. Extra calories are not the end of the world. Planning better for tomorrow.
Also: Heading to the gym! Not to burn the extra calories I just consumed— but to complete what I’ve got on my training calender.
Currently laying on my stomach on my yoga mat with a dog cuddled at my side
That last week was fail-bulous in the fitblr/healthblr/fat loss world. My sister took her family on an amazing week long vacation— so I took the chance to enjoy a stay-cation with time off at home.
I ate everything in sight, stayed up late, drank nearly every day— and just in general lived it up. And I paid for it. Not only am I 7lbs heavier than I was a week ago (WHAT) but I spent most of Sunday and today feeling like warmed over dog shit. No bueno.
I went grocery shopping tonight and am sitting down to write up daily meal plans for this next week to get me back on track to treating my body right. When I eat well, I feel well— when I eat crap, I feel like crap. Why is that such a difficult lesson to learn?
I am most excited about getting up in the morning and starting back on my running/training schedule. I watched all of the “ESPN: the magazine, the body issue” clips that were available on the XBox and got very excited about being an athlete and training and working out in order to be better at your sport and do more with your body. I mentioned while I was training for my first half marathon how much I loved how training affected my attitude towards my workouts. Instead of them being punishments for eating badly— they were chances to improve myself. I’m really excited to get back into that.
I just need to keep my dream of running the entire 13.1 miles next year in mind— and I’ll start killing it.
How has everyone been?
Things I day dream about during showers:
1. Ice breakers for sex toy parties
2. Ways to incorporate sex education into selling sex products at said parties
3. How well flavored condoms on banana testers would work out….
At least you can’t say I’m not passionate about my career, right? Being a sexologist in training makes being a workaholic fun.