Sunday, December 11, 2011
After years of overfeeding myself continually, I sort of regarded hunger as something I barely felt. Now that I'm eating the right amounts of food, though, I am definitely experiencing it more often.
And discovering that ignoring it isn't very smart.
Yesterday I was sort of hungry in the afternoon, but then I got distracted by a sewing project. By the time I resurfaced from that, my hunger had abated because my body had tapped into other resources. But when it came back, it came back hard. I was shaking, weepy, and unable to make a decision about what to eat. I at least knew not to stuff myself with the few remaining cookies--the idea of something sweet made me nauseated at that point.
But I was too far gone to make decent decisions about feeding myself. Everything felt like too much of a challenge and task. When Hubby got home, he immediately saw that I was a mess and just took me out to dinner, so I got fed.
But I don't like "out to dinner" to be a default. It's too expensive. So I need to be aware that hunger is much more likely and much more demanding now, and start planning for that evening meal earlier in the day.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
It used to be that going to parties was all about the snack table. Tonight, though, I went to a party and my focus was on the people and the conversation, rather than browsing the buffet. And I enjoyed it more!
Friday, December 09, 2011
The amusing thing about working out is how much time I spend lying to myself.
"Just get through one set. I won't make you do the second set. It'll be fine."
"You don't have to do the WHOLE lower body strength routine. Just do these couple exercises. Then I'll let you stop."
"If you get through the whole strength routine, I won't make you do cardio. It'll be fine."
"Okay, I'm only going to make you do 10 minutes of cardio, then you can quit."
"Oh, now we're through 20 minutes. You can make it the whole 30, can't you?"
And carried on that wave of lies, I find myself beached on the shore of Workout Done.
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Apparently much of what I was miserifying about can be chalked up to...lady problems, shall we say? As I get further into this perimenopausal state, I'm definitely being impacted by the monthly hormonal swing much more dramatically than I have been since high school. It reminds me to be grateful for all those years I didn't have any real problems, but it's not much fun.
Still, we have now reached the just plain crampy, headachy and vaguely grumpy stage, and I don't feel like crying every moment. By tomorrow, I should be pretty much back to myself for another month.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Well, the bad eating has caught up to me in the form of the scale inching up 5 pounds. But my period is due, so I'm not getting panicky about it, just determined to get back on track.
Which meant that I got myself downstairs and did both my lower body and core workouts, ignoring the signs of impending doom. By the time I got back up off the floor and headed for the ski machine, though, the giant headache could no longer be rebuffed. I am definitely feeling out of sorts.
So though I didn't get in the aerobic portion of the scheduled workout, I'm pleased that I got in as much as I did. If some Advil and resting get me past this, I'll head down there this evening and try again.
My current mantra is, "I am NOT getting sick. I am NOT getting sick...."
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