Well, today was my second good food day of the week. Tuesday and Weds. were a total wash and I’m still feeling kind of out of sorts. I can’t shake my spring blues. Tomorrow my professor, Rebecca, is throwing a sustainable garden party- we’ll all be planting and digging and hopefully enjoying the sunshine. I’m also going to take care of some fun errands, like returning clothes I ordered from Old Navy online (1x is too big for shirts now!!), going to the casino for my monthly voucher, buying a new pair of jeans etc. Also, I think I’m going to go to a film screening tomorrow night- it’s a movie made by some local boys around my age and reportedly very cute (or so says my married pal Katya, who gave me their email address, which I haven’t used yet), and I’ve been told by a couple people that they’ve heard of our movie and want to get together with Noah and I, to talk about making a low (zero) budget movie in this area. I’m looking forward to it, but once again, none of my friends are interested in going, so I’m going to call this girl Bekah from my class to go with me (Katya can’t go). I exercised today after taking two days off (except walking, which I’ve been doing a lot of. You’re welcome, dogs!) and it nearly killed me. I think later this weekend, I’m going to go run those stairs again. That was extraordinarily unpleasant, but I felt great afterwards and I need something extra hardcore to compensate for my bad food behavior earlier this week. I’m looking forward to a good day tomorrow, back on track and all that. I’m so frustrated with myself that I can’t keep my food plan on track. I can only do it if my fridge is completely stocked with everything I need and if I go to the store only when I have a list of EXACTLY the things I need. I can’t deviate one iota from the list, or I’ll come back with frozen pizzas and the like. I just want to do this and it’s making me feel so fucking weak and pathetic that I can’t even manage seven full days of completely under control eating. It’s not like my food plan is too stringent, I get to eat plenty of food that I like, I love vegetables and all that green stuff; eating shitty food is an unconscious bid for sabotage and it’s making me hate myself. I can’t decide if I need to relax and get over it or take myself more heavily to task about it. I think I’m exercising enough that it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but as soon as I stop eating those crackers, or that slice of pizza or good god, that entire tub of coolwhip, I am consumed with the kind of morbid shame that should only come from really drunk karaoke (50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, by Paul Simon. The Comet Tavern. I was 19. Crying and wasted I have never, EVER lived it down. I don’t embarrass easily, but thinking of it still makes me cringe now, nine years later. I have to say, though, I am, under normal circumstances, known for my karaoke prowess) or killing puppies. I’m right now, before my two sleeping pills kick in, trying to give myself the ’shake it off, champ’ pep talk and it’s working marginally well. Tomorrow will be better, great even.
Breakfast: nope
Lunch: sandwich with lettuce, spinach, chicken, 2 laughing cow wedges, horseradish
Dinner: 1 cup wheat pasta with spinach, tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, feta cheese, kalamata olives, parmasean
Exercise: 30 day shred, 30 minutes stationary bike (9 miles- I was going super fast today!), 3 miles with dogs
1000 miles in 2009: 299
Challenge!
Water: 128 oz
Exercise minutes: 120\260
Miles: 11\12
The doing-something-for-myself involves my plan to have 2 hours of uninterrupted, just-for-fun reading this Sunday night, followed by a home grooming bonanza: eyebrow plucking, pedicure, pumicing my callouses, face mask, body scrub and thorough lotioning followed by self tanner. After this, I will work on my creative writing for 2 hours and will not allow any deviation from this plan!
Song of the Day: Call Tyrone, by Erykah Badu
Daily awesome: Well, this is not exactly awesome but, well, yikes.