Saturday, February 09, 2013
I had a couple really bad days this week. I really think it had a lot to do with two contributing factors: 1) stress, and 2) hormones. I went over my calorie goal Wednesday and Thursday (although not over my calories burned for the day), but Friday was a hot mess. I came home from work and intended to run while the sun was still out; instead, I made myself a drink and vegged. I don't totally understand how my head seems to have two minds in it, telling it what to do -- but I guess it's the angel on one shoulder and devil on the other.
I continued to eat all evening. It wasn't quite what I would characterize as a "binge" by my normal standards -- I really just ate dinner and some extras like the drink -- but I had caved early in the day when presented with Mini Twix. My kryptonite! I had ten of them. D@mn that guy at work with the candy bucket. I went over my calories by quite a bit and didn't work out, either.
The trick now, I've learned, is to pick myself back up and keep pressing forward. All is not lost. I was captivated by hormones, which is (frankly) bound to happen at least once a month. I am trying to get back on track quickly, and end up where I was pre-PMS. Hubby is making me do Insanity again today, and we are hiking a difficult mountain tomorrow with some friends. Hopefully I will snap back. I'm already feeling it, so that's good.
I'm a little scared of the scale on Monday... I know I shouldn't care. I'm clinging to a friend's comment when we went running last weekend: "Have you lost weight?" (She doesn't know I'm working so hard at it.) I wasn't sure if I had really lost anything, or if it was just that she had last seen me in that horribly unflattering dress (see entry from Key West with the frightening photo). Which reminds me, I need to thow that beast out!