Thursday, April 18, 2013
Last night was supposed to be a cookout. It was billed as a cookout. So, I was at work all day thinking 'okay, if I stay on track, I can handle a cookout. I can do a burger and I'll take fruit and it'll be okay...'
It was not a cookout. It was a hang-out. And the food provided was pork chili (with not one single veggie in it--not even some sweet peppers slipped in on the sly) with fries and tortilla chips. I brought fruit. That was the healthiest thing there. And I wound up so hungry by the time we left (board games, hanging out, previewing new movies, yaddayadda, meant we were there from 6:15pm-1:30am), I demanded that the next round of Munchkin be accompanied by food. Only option at that hour? Papa John's. Yeah, we went there.
I was so mad. I'd worked hard all day, resisted temptation at lunchtime, got home from work and didn't have time to work out before we had to leave, and then blew all those calories on pizza. I felt so robbed. And then this morning? I feel bloated and gross and fat and full of salt and every time I burp I taste pizza only it's not pleasant like before, it's disGUSting. Maybe it's just the bitter taste of ROBBERY that's throwing me off, or maybe it's that I've been so good lately, that really was just NOT what my body wanted and now my body is MAD at me.
Either way, I guess that's a good sign--pizza made me feel so gross, it is going to be a LONG time before I indulge again... BLEGH.
And then this morning, all I wanted was fruit and water and green tea. Roughage. Fresh, yummy, crisp...FOOD.
And, yes, I will be working out tonight. And, yes, I will feel better tomorrow. I've just gotta get this all flushed/sweated/worked out of my system, and I'm sure I'll feel better. I just can't get over how HEAVY I feel, how bloated and uncomfortable and...honestly? Kinda sweaty and greasy and just generally yucky.
Never again, man...