You know I just started this “regiment” last week so it will come as no surprise that I’ve fallen off the wagon just a teensy bit.
I was trying to work out on a Tues-Thurs-Sat schedule but I missed this past Tuesday and low and behold it’s Thursday and I’m about 2 workouts in the hole. Not sure why this happened. I think I wasn’t feeling good on Tuesday and said I’d just “wake up extra early” on Wednesday to make it up. Then I had a glass of wine and went to bed. Ok, I think I just uncovered half of the problem.
See, barring air travel or a project deadline, waking up “extra early” is about as likely to happen as a unicorn swimming with a killer whale. (This is unlikely because the killer whale would kill the unicorn.) Yet for years when I forgo evening exercise (my preferred time) I can let my conscience rest easy because I’ll just “wake up extra early” and go for that jog, gym visit, yoga session, etc. I think it’s actually happened a few times but usually only when I have some kind of workout “buddy” picking my ass up. It helps if this buddy is a little on the grumpy side so that I am afraid to sleep in and flake out.
But right now I am buddy-free (by choice, it’s ok) so it’s all on this buddy to make it happen. That’s where this little electronic journal helps because I pretend that you are my buddy. And YOU really want me to succeed. Thank you for that.
Ok ok I’ll work out tonight. I’ll just stick with the aerobics video because whenever I have lofty visions of jogging I just end up sitting on the couch and tuning in to Olympics track & field. Maybe if I had one of their snazzy outfits I would run. Hold on, I gotta go trim one of the legs off my running tights.
Alright I’m back. Turns out I don’t have any running tights….yet.
On a positive note, I have become a lot more thoughtful about what I eat. I did cave in to Taco Cabana this week but spread the portion out into 3 whole meals. And it wasn’t nearly as delicious as I had fantasized about so that will be good to remember next time that pastel pink building beckons.
I was having a SERIOUS chocolate donut craving at the supermarket the other night and did several passes of the starchy sweets aisle debating. It was rough. Entemann’s is the KING of these and sat there on the shelf, proud and regal in the white box with the navy trim. Coy Hostess tried to get my attention and Mrs.Baird (a local, I believe) smiled her warm grandmotherly smile.
I finally settled on this box of Entemann’s “Little bites” brownies which I honestly thought were light or fat-free or something. Turns out I was way wrong. When I got home I tore into that sucker like a starved beast and discovered that the brownies are quite fattily fattastic, just packaged into tiny servings of 3 mini-brownies per bag. And they’re not even very good as they have a super-processed taste. Yeah, gross. So gross, that like, I’ve started a bag a day habit.
But I did learn a valuable lesson and that is to read the fine print and not fall for these tricks next time.
