Saturday, June 23, 2012
What a sucktastic day!
I had to be at work early (and 35 miles away) so I had no time to walk before work. I also needed to plan on being stuck in traffic, so I restricted my water intake.
Work itself wasn't particularly bad, but there was pastry available. Yup, I ate a mini bran muffin in the morning. I did okay for lunch--made myself a nice salad with beans, cukes, tomatoes, and a small amount of chicken breast and balsamic dressing. I was still limiting my water intake, however, because the only bathroom was so far away.
Towards the end of the day the rainstorms hit. And I knew how bad the remainder of my day would be.
Although the rain had stopped and the ground was dry when I left work (after I managed to justify eating two delicious cookies) at 3:30 pm, the damage had been done. I spent 3 hours and 10 minutes driving home. I was sincerely happy that I kept myself dehydrated all day or I would have never survived the trip. My legs were cramped, my rear ached and my head was throbbing when I got home.
I did not walk on the treadmill. I ate fast food for dinner. I drank only 6 glasses of water for the day. I blew my calorie range for the day.
Obviously, I realize that this has not destroyed what I have previously accomplished. I am just struck by how I let my choices become part of the bad things that occurred.
(picture an emoticon of a slate being wiped clean in this spot)
Bad day : over.
New day : begun.