Thursday, October 18, 2012
I started to get really down on myself this morning. On Wednesdays, I’m up at 5am, and at the gym for strenuous weightlifting and intense cardio at 6am; and I don’t get home until around 7:30 or 8 in the evening. When I got home last night I just didn’t have it in me to even warm something up. So I ordered a pizza. According to my Food Tracker I blew 1,368 calories on that meal alone. For as hard as I’ve been working that’s a lot to go throwing away on one meal.
Plus today is my “rest” day, when I give my muscles a chance to recover. I got up and did some light stretching instead.
Naturally I started beating myself up for doing something so stupid. Then I reminded myself that I’m not on a “diet”. I’m trying to change my entire life here; the way I eat, the way I work out, the way I spend my time, even the way I view myself and my life.
The truth is, at some point in the future, I’m going to eat pizza, I’m going to have ice cream, I’m going to have slack off days when I don’t work out. It’s a part of life and it will happen. So I need to come to terms with that and remember that while I blew nearly 1400 calories on that one meal, I’ve been spot on with the other 16 meals (including snacks) I ate this week. And while I wasn’t at the gym this morning I was on my bike, for my daily commute to work.