Junk in = Junk Out
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Simple concept that works every time… I eat junky food, I get a junky result. The last two weeks have been an interesting study for me. I thought I pretty much had my eating under control. Apparently I had another lesson to learn. I binged on crap. Chocolate covered granola bars, cinnamon rolls, marshmallows (stale, but still edible), chocolate chips, old weight watcher bars, ice cream bars…. Up until two weeks ago, I didn’t touch that stuff. So after the scale showed me the results of two weeks of not sticking to my eating plan and eating extra junky food (yep seven freakin’ pounds worth), I had a long soul searching session with myself. What changed to set me off? I think it’s a self esteem issue. I have a real crappy squat. I decided to seek some help to try and fix it. The last three weeks I have been working with a rehab guy to figure out and fix my issue. Needless to say he figured out that my glutes don’t fire and I have hip mobility/stability issues (which the glute issue is a part of). To make matters worse, I’m in good shape so that certain muscles are over compensating for what the issue is. It has been frustrating trying to figure out how to get things working properly again and to build it back up. I have been feeling like I am failing at it. This essentially put me in the “yeah, I know I shouldn’t eat five chocolate covered granola bars, but don’t really care” mood. I was looking for solace and comfort in food. Not where one should find it, nor does it solve any problems.
So, now that I have figured that out, I’m back on track. I’m not failing as I am actually trying to make things better. Plus, once I get things working better, some of my hip pain issues will be addressed. I need patience and diligence in doing the rehab stuff. It will happen, just not as quickly or easily as I had hoped. So my journey took a little detour. We have to learn what we have to learn in order to be successful in keeping the weight off. This week is going to be so much better now that I know what was bothering me.