Thursday, February 21, 2013
Help! I wish I knew how to tell you to help, because I know I'm the only one who can control myself, but I wouldn't mind being bossed around. It's been almost a week, I think, that I've been over eating. I even broke my month long no-sugar streak and now I feel drugged and tired. I need to just knock it off!
So I'll go back to Fast Break goals since they get my momentum (going in the right direction).
Tomorrow's goals: Drink carrot juice instead of give in to sugar
Saturday's goals: 2000 calories or less and fruit instead of sugar
Sunday's goals: 1800 calories or less and no sugar
On Sunday, I'll re-work my ongoing goals, including a list of my motivations for behaving myself.
In other news, I tried CrossFit. I have a few friends who do it and love it. As many of you know, I already do High Impact Interval Training 2 days a week and it's one of my favorite things ever. But since it's only 2 days a week, I'm getting a little bored with my work outs on the other days, so I thought I'd try CrossFit on Saturdays. I met with a trainer recommended by a friend. He launched into a 25, yes 25 minute speech about why I should want to exercise. No, he never even asked me about my exercise habits and it's not like I could get a word in because I think he loved hearing himself talk. So after 25 minutes, when I realized he would never make a point, I told him I wasn't trying to be rude, but I didn't want to have to go to the gym because I was counting on working out here, so could we please get to it. We did a fitness test. It was ok except that the pull up bars are set at 9 feet high so of course I couldn't reach them. He had to strap my leg into rubber bands hanging off the bar, which annoyed me because unless my aim was to be catapulted into a really big delicious cake, I couldn't figure out why on God's green earth I'd ever see the point of being hung by rubber bands in order to do 10 stupid pull ups. But I did them just to get them over with and afterwards, he decided for me what my next goals should be, prefaced by the statement "You're probably not at the high level you think you're at, so I recommend that you take 4 months of beginner's classes." My friends are mad that he called me a beginner, but truthfully, I was more irritated that he never bothered to involve me in my goals or asked me what I thought of anything. Then a woman came in for her work out wearing high heeled tennis shoes. If that's what she's comfortable in, more power to her, but I started to feel like this would be a great place to get injured. There are obviously 99 other things I can do to shake up my work out routine on the days I don't have classes.
On to the spa: I had a "detoxifying chocolate wrap" on Saturday! They slathered me with what smelled like brownie batter, wrapped me in plastic wrap, then tin foil, and told me to feel free to fall asleep. I was too busy trying to reach my tongue to my shoulder so I could taste if it really was brownie batter. Between the exertion and being wrapped like a baked potato, I started sweating and decided to give up on trying to taste myself. I laid there detoxifying for 35 minutes until I couldn't stand the heat anymore and clawed my way out. When I finally did, a big puff of steam escaped my skin and I felt AMAZING! The shower and my skin afterwards also felt AMAZING! In my next life, I want to be a brownie:)