So I fell off the wagon… March 25, 2008
… and landed fasce first into the chinese food buffet. And then… when I was down, I got beat up by a bunch of cookie dough that shoved itself into my mouth. I swear. It was awful.
Okay… yeah. All joking aside, today was not good. From the get-go, work was a gigantic crapfest. I got chewed out by my boss when I walked in (for something that has nothing to do with me) and then got stuck in a long and painful training session that had nothing to do with my job. To make it even worse, it was a teleconference. (I’m definitely not an auditory learner). So, by the time lunch comes around I’m grumpy and very irritable. Imagine how much that was improved when we walked out for our hour lunch break and my boss had a project for me that needed to be completed within the hour. Wow, that was so respectful of my time! The courtesy is overwhelming! So by the time I actually got to go to lunch, I met up with my coworker at the Chinese food buffet and time was not on my side. I had gone with good intentions. One plate, small portions, reasonably smart portions.
Alas. I was still so incensed at the crap I’d caught all day, and the teleconference from hell that I practically sat at the end of a conveyer belt with my mouth open. To make it better, when we got back to our conference, someone had bought a pound of See’s candies (who does that?!) that I felt the need to indulge in. Ugh.
So I got home from work and, first things first, took Lucy on a 45 minute hike. Got home, grabbed the last slice of pizza (homemade) and turned on the tv. Was still hungry after the pizza. Things went downhill from there. 4-5 servings of cookie dough, a quesadilla and some black beans later… yeah. Not good.
But, instead of “getting back on track tomorrow,” I got up, got changed, and headed to the gym. Did 45 minutes of intense elliptical and a quick lap around the small track. Did some weights. Feeling good.
But, I have to say, today was the first day I was disappointed in myself. Sure, I’ve been disgusted, mad, ashamed, etc. But never disappointed. (Hearing the awful “I’m not mad… just… disappointed” horror from my childhood) Normally, when I screw up like this, I make myself write down every calorie. Today, I’m not going to do that. I got up and got moving, that’s good enough for now. Now that I actually feel bad, I don’t feel the need to make myself feel worse. And so, I slipped up, I got over it, I moved on.
(and move I did- my @$$ is sore!)
