Saturday, July 09, 2011
The last few days haven't been that great in terms of overall wellness. The scale is still going down, but I'm all catywampus with regard to my schedule, and I probably didn't handle my eating properly. I'll explain what happened, and then anyone who reads is welcome to give suggestions as to how I could handle this better in the future.
My day usually begins at about 6pm and ends at about 10am. But Friday (yesterday) was my Dad's 80th birthday, and my siblings and I were in charge of planning and preparing the menu.
Now lately, since I've been working out and eating differently, I find that I need a LOT more sleep, seemingly. Like, 8 hours or more. Before, I could force myself to get up after 5 or 6 hours, but now that's just not an option. That said, I'd intended to go to the grocery store for fixings Thursday evening. But I slept until 9, the store closes at 9:30, and I just couldn't make it. Skipped my strength training scheduled for Thursday because I just didn't feel like it. I just started work instead. No excuses there, except over-scheduled and stressed. That's something I can rectify, so I'm not too worried about that.
The party was Friday evening.
I decided I'd end work early Friday morning, and go to the store when it opened at 8am, which I did. But there was just no way I could prepare the things I'd agreed to prepare AND sleep. So I didn't.
And I didn't work out Friday either, which was a scheduled day. I shopped and cooked instead.
I had eaten within my budget with a little wiggle room by the usual time (around 8 am--I eat every 2-3 hours, and like to stop eating a couple of hours before I go to bed), had a CLIF bar (not really a fan, but it did in a pinch) at around 11 (still within my eating budget), tasted the full-fat from scratch buttermilk ranch dressing I made (probably earned a few grams of fat there, but still within my budget), and then scrambled off to the party at around 5:30.
There, at around 6:45pm, I ate some chicken breast that had been grilled in the skin (tried to peel off the skin but it was pretty well soddered to the meat, so I just tried to eat under the first layer) and tasted really salty (sodium probably ratcheted up there a little), and a plateful of the salad I'd brought (kale, romaine, red leaf, and butter lettuce from my garden! Yay!) a couple Tablespoons of kalamata olives, and about 3 Tablespoons of that full-fat buttermilk ranch I'd made. And I didn't log anything after the CLIF bar. Because I didn't know where to do so, and frankly I was just so tired and hot, I didn't care.
I was eating the chicken and salad around the time that I'm usually getting up, and after an 8 hour gap since the last time I ate, and no sleep since Thursday morning. But then I came home at around 9:30 and was dead to the world by 10. I ate my breakfast this morning at around 7:30am. So where should that chicken and salad go, though I'd be estimating anyway? On today's log, though there was a space of about 8 hours between that meal and breakfast? Or yesterdays, even though it was eaten during a time that usually would be my first meal of the day, and with about an 8 hour gap between it and the CLIF bar? Or should I just call it a wash and start over today?
Any suggestions as to how I could have handled all that differently? Especially food-wise.
I know what to do about the workout. I'm doing it today. It's Saturday, so it still counts toward the week total. But the rest--thoughts? Yes, I know I will be scolded for failing to sleep. I just didn't know how to make it work.
Other than that, things still continue to change, in my head, on my palate, and yes, on the scale. I'm starting to get that feeling where when I don't work out, I feel . . . icky. So I'm looking forward to my walk today. And I don't find myself craving sweets or fatty foods. And I NEED a lot of water. Why didn't I need water this much before, I wonder?
Hope all of your days are going well!