Thursday, September 27, 2012
It's a little uncharacteristic of me to drop off the radar for a while, there has been a lot going on both in my life and my heart as well. I just haven't had the heart to blog for a while. I have been totally focused on myself and my own situation. I have gotten a little tired of blogging about the same old stuff and then not making any progress myself. Whether it was a backlash of personal frustration or just simply regrouping, I know not.
After all, who wants to read the same old yammering about the same old stuff?
In the process of time and events, I got my hands on an app for my phone, My Fitness Pal. That thing is fantastic.
One thing about a food log, it REVEALS.
With this new toy I was in sublime control of everything, complete with pie charts, nutrient breakdowns, everything an OCD numbers nerd really goes for.
Then IT happened.
I went overboard ...as if that was a new concept.....
Like with my training, I would push for some bigger, badder, faster, farther than ever before number until, figuratively speaking,the wheels fell off and I was sitting on the proverbial curb nursing some injury...
Well, the same foolish approach followed me into analyzing my dietary intake as well. I was low carbing it because that is what works for me. I pushed and pushed, reducing my percentages until I experienced the mother of all blood sugar crashes after a 5 mile run with nothing in the tank. I have no idea what my actual number was but later that week, I crashed again but not quite as bad and I got checked with a meter at home.. My blood sugar was 79 and I know I had to have been much worse after my run a few days prior.
I am still low carbing it but much more sensibly this time. My push push push mentality driven by numbers on the screen was foolish. The whole episode was driven by my overall frustration with my lack of progress and my body pushed back. I ate and ate and ate some more and totally overcompensated, sort of like a bungee jumper who reaches the end of the stretch and snaps back upward.
Well, after some back and forth days, I'm back in the saddle, giving it another go.
A point that I learned a long time ago and have need to be reminded yet again is that we are leading our body beside the still waters, not beating it into submission. Never let a tool become a taskmaster.
I let my frustration get the best of me and I lost my balance. It happens to everyone but it's over.
Control yes, these last few weeks have demonstrated that shooting from the hip has led to some deeply embedded bad habits when it comes to awareness of my intake or the lack thereof.
I guess the point of all of this is that I let myself get frustrated and made some poor decisions. Anyway, I'm back in the saddle. Allowing a goof up to create a sequence of events that leads to an avalanche of failure is not acceptable if I am to reach my final destination.
I will move forward.