We’re taking on water… this ship is going down! May 20, 2008
7.5 pounds. That’s how much water I retained from Friday to Monday. Eek. DH and I took our highschool youth group to SF for the weekend. Unfortunately, I swell at sea level. This was the first time it was that bad. I felt like an old lady. Or a marshmellow. I’ll probably go see an MD at this point… cause that’s ridiculous! But, it was a good trip. Lots of walking. Which would have been more fun had I not had large kielbasas masquerading as feet.
Trying to get back on food track has been tough though. DH is working a lot, which means I’m eating alone a lot. Like, every night last week a lot. Add to that we’ve been gone every weekend (when I normally do my grocery shopping) and I end up having to go alone after work (when I’m hungry and susceptible to temptation) Needless to say… I haven’t exactly been making great decisions. So, I’ve decided to tackle this in a couple of different ways.
1. Start cooking again. I love food. (Um.. duh!) Why should I deprive myself of good food just because I’m the only one to eat it?
2. I’m giving up counting calories… for now. There’s just too much going on and I feel like my willpower is going in a million different directions. So, for now, I’m just going to go for a modified South Beach style type deal. I know that it doesn’t work for me in the long term, but it’s easier than counting calories on a time and thought basis. I know that it works for me, and I know that calorie counting works for me. So for now, I’ll go for the easy but hard to stick to, and when things calm down, switch to the harder to so but cake to stick to.
Right now I’m really focusing on using my willpower to get me to the gym, or out of it. Tonight wasn’t too bad in that regard. Got home from work, changed, took Lucy out for a nice trail run. Okay, so, in my dreams, that’s how it happened. What really happened is that, as soon as we got out there… my body decided that it was time to stop retaining water. By peeing. I tried to push through. But we’re jogging past streams. Ah. Babbling brooks. Eek. And finally, Lucy decides to pee. So unfair. Plus, I realized that, really, the only thing I was doing was getting further away from a bathroom. So I turned around, and decided to find a bathroom. There’s a camp ground there, so I figured they would have a bathroom. I’m frantically driving around, trying to fidn the bathroom I so desperately need, without exceeding the ridiculously low (when you have to pee) speed limit and awaken the wrath of Ranger Rick. So, then, I see it. Mecca. The Promise Land. I throw her in park and dash over. I grab the door handle. It doesn’t move. I run to the next one. And the next one. Apparently, they haven’t been opened for the season yet. Proof that the universe hates me. (Luckily, I made it home with my integrity and bladder intact.)
Unfortunately, I had Bible study and didn’t have a chance to get back out there. I did, however, manage to make it to the gym. Even though it wasn’t for as long as I would normally go. Even though I didn’t want to. I did it. Now we’re cooking with gas.
