At the gym this week I reached an emotional breaking point. I had felt like I was doing OK with my food. Granted, some days I would slip up a little more than other days, I honestly felt like it was all OK. Unfortunately, there was no positive move in my measurements for the week. They went in the WRONG direction. What was I supposed to say? I broke and cried at Mike. I didn’t want to. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes just waiting for the trigger from my brain to turn me into a red, splotchy, embarrassing mess. I even had the pre-emptive quiver lip, horrible right?

Fortunately, Mike is a strong man and didn’t wilt under the frightening sight of crying female. At least not outwardly. I can only imagine it was an uncomfortable position to be in but he didn’t show it. We moved on from the measurements to get a workout in and discuss what CAN I do and where is the silver lining. I can still eat carbs and sweets just not in mass quantities. I am going to have to be more calculated and cunning in getting them in my diet. I don’t have to eat salads, perhaps reduce the leaf amount some and try them in a wrap. Protein is going to have to come from somewhere. Dairy, meat, jerky (I know technically meat), protein powder, fish, nuts (although high in fat so be careful) and any combination there-of.
It’s hard to get your dietary list and your personal list to match up sometimes. We get busy, we get stressed, we get careless and make excuses. Sometimes we eat our feelings, we eat to celebrate, we eat to mourn, we eat when we are bored, we just eat.

***I just passed up free chocolate handouts at the office!! Feel free to praise me!!***
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