Friday, July 29, 2011
For 3 weeks I've been eating healthy, drinking lots of water and biking about 80 miles a week. For a self proclaimed, semi professional couch potato I have been LOVING it. I have energy, a tan, and the inches are starting to disappear.
Last night I met some of the girls from work at a lounge near by. I had grand intentions of ordering a grilled chicken cobb salad, and was looking forward to the generous amount of feta cheese they put on that mammoth.
Hey, I've been working my butt off, literally for once. I deserve some cheese. I'd left room for the fat calories in my nutrition tracker. That shouldn't undo all my hard work and good decision making. Right?
If only that were the err of my ways for the evening.
When I got there, they had already ordered IT. The combo plate. My buddies and I have always (lovingly) referred to it as the Deep Fried Magic Platter. They say it feeds two, but realistically it feeds six. There were four of us. Onion rings, poppers, mozarella sticks, chicken strips... Anything in the kitchen, breaded and deep fried is mounded on that plate surrounding a bowl (yes, BOWL) of ranch, served on (get this) a bed of lettuce. The lettuce was still there when we left.
I logged it (and my cocktails) in to my tracker when I got home. I was shocked that I only went about 20 calories over my limit for the day. I guess-timated about a scrillion. I was so impressed. HA combo plate, take that! You didn't ruin my day :) Except for the fact that I planned on a bike ride after dinner, which I didn't do because I felt tired and lazy after dinner. (Wierd right?) I did manage to get some yard work and floor scrubbing in, because I felt guilty about not riding and felt like I should at least MOVE for 30 minutes or so. But the thought of bending over, tying my tennis shoes, and riding 10-20 miles on a bike path sounded impossible.
Last night wasn't a total loss, I still did a lot more than I would have 3 weeks ago. And other than the fried treat bender I did get a few pieces of fruit and 8 glasses of water in my system. But that sneaky deep fried goodness ruined my TODAY. I have NEVER experienced a food hangover. I woke up groggy, nauseous, and in general just feeling like poo. It lasted until well after lunch. I went to a bachellorette party for a friend last weekend, drinking until the wee hours, and I felt better after THAT then I did today.
While I bested the old calorie count (almost), I forgot a very important fact. Food is fuel. I'm targeting 1200 to 1550 calories each day. I had the choice of spending that allotment on high octane premium and I went with cheap sludge. I kept picturing this tank at the trucking yard that the mechanics filter all of the used oil into after servicing the rigs. Nasty, thick, no good, used up, junk. And I gorged myself with a similar substance. I was a sluggish oil drum.
I learned an important lesson today. Food has purpose. It can be my friend, or it can be my enemy. Maybe if I keep feeding my body the fuel it can actually use, it will keep giving me the energy I have been loving to have lately.
It's good I fell off the wagon and this happened. I will never forget this awful deep fried food hangover.