Today, I woke up feeling sick for the third day in a row and I told myself I probably wouldn't exercise... then I told myself I wouldn't run but walk on an incline instead.
So I hopped on the treadmill and told myself I'm full of BS and ran 5 minutes more then I usually do!
I came home for lunch rather than go to the chip wagon in the next town which has absolutely wonderful sweet potato fries....so I;m told. I think it's most unfair to have it parked right beside the fitness centre! I made myself a yummy feta, tomato and black olive sandwich on a whole wheat roll and felt very virtuous.
Instead of eating all the crap at the BBQ, I ate a gardenburger and an ear of corn... and had Weight Watchers ice cream while everyone else was eating cake!
Yesterday, I was able to stay on plan even though I accidently let myself get crazy hungry not once, but twice. I would have been so easy to take the easy way out-esp since one of those times, I was at a grocery store! I could have just bought something pre-prepared (and unhealthy) to shove in my face, but I didn't. I came home, and ate what I had planned.
I decided I will make a conscious effort to really start loving myself.
Good girl!
I haven't done anything today yet, but last night it was raining so I dusted off the elliptical and fired it up. I did the 30 minute interval program and was very sweaty and gross afterwards. So I'm proud of myself for not using the rain as an excuse to not exercise.
Even though I slept bad last night and was VERY tired this morning, I still got up and did my harder elliptical program like I had planned. I normally do my easier one today but since I have family coming and am going to miss a day of exercise (elliptical and yoga, I'm still going to try and be as active as possible WITH that family) I've decided to do my harder program 5 days in a row to make up for the loss of that day. 1 day down, 4 to go . .
Worrying that I couldn't "stop" at a reasonable portion of Sunday breakfast, I've been skipping it altogether.
This morning, however, I decided to see if my "training" over the past week had done any good (eating SLOWER).
I'm happy to announce that I was able to eat one egg, one slice of toast, and LESS THAN one cup of cooked grits (hey, us southern gals gotta have the grits).
I was full...AND I had my grits! Silly? Perhaps, but I'm proud of myself for not going overboard.
YAY!
Last edited by sherrybwc; 09-06-2009 at 03:36 PM.
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Tonight I am learning to make sushi at home. Today is day #4 of eating properly (on plan) after a 2 week visit with DH's parents across the country (elderly people who believe white bread, butter, tarte au sucre & tortiere is an optimum diet).
