Day 1 began with an apple cider vinegar and honey concoction that was tolerable at best. I'm not quite sure what the beneficial properties are supposed to be, so until I make time to actually research it, I'll trust my mother's judgment call on that on.
I did some resistance training, in which my forearms remembered they had muscles and I barely finished. It was pathetic. But strangely motivational to not allow myself to be such a wimp anymore. If I can be SAFD certified in BROADSWORD, I can do those series of exercises.
I ate fairly healthy all day. Kept my portions small. Chex mix casually helped me survive between meals. Shrinking your stomach is not for the faint of heart.
The evening was tough for me as I'm a bored eater and just love food so much. I had switched shifts with a coworker and so I was at work Friday evening. There was very little going on, and as someone who needs to stay busy, it was excruciating...until I discovered that YouTube had been unblocked on the network and proceeded to watch all the Simon's Cat videos. (Go watch them, thank me later.) But for the first couple of hours, I was so grateful that I had 1. eaten before I came in and 2. only packed two small healthy snacks. B/c damn if I didn't wander into the break room mindlessly looking for munchies.
A part of me thinks I should become a grazer... but I enjoy big hearty meals too much to truly adapt.
So meanwhile at work, I'm freezing b/c the AC is cranked up to extra high and sneezing b/c of the dry air and what not and just miserable and so very desperate for chocolate or more coffee or something I shouldn't be having at 9pm at night.
Finally got home, popped a Benadryl and said thank god today is over....
Day 2: Still recovering from the previous night of misery. And I have an 11am show in Durham... Somehow I pried myself out of bed, drank that nasty concoction, made breakfast (it was delicious), packed my show bag, did my makeup, and filled a to-go coffee cup.
No true method of exercise done. But I did have two shows...so that kinda counts. *Note to self, be more active when doing a show, so you can truly consider it your exercise for the day.*
I limited my carbs at lunch, but also ate a decent amount of chips and salsa, so they cancelled each other out to equal...I didn't do jack squat. Likewise, the only good thing I did at dinner, was stop eating. I have a tendency to want to finish the food on my plate and loath leaving less than a small meal's worth to revisit another time. (Oh hey, just my mild OCD kicking in.) So it took monumental strength to push the excess food away from me and pack it up. Again however, it was all for naught as I ate more than my share of chocolate treats after dinner.
Conclusion: Days 1 and 2 were mediocre starts. But I could have said eff it and gotten a margarita at lunch, which I didn't. So small victories were present. They were simply overshadowed by the mountain that is my bad habits.
Oh, and I weighed myself again...gained a pound... *Note to self, only weigh self periodically to avoid daily fluctuations which cause imminent bouts of frustration and self-shaming.*
xo - Pimpila
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