Bitten by running
Monday, June 24, 2013
This morning I was going a bit late, but made it to the bike trail. Walking for my warm up. MOSQUITOS!!!! They were awful! I actually had to stop and go to Mom's to see if she had any bug spray. She didn't. So I went to the local grocery store.
I decided to try those clip-on kind of bug deterrent, thinking it'd be better than slathering chemicals all over me. So I read the instructions, put it together, then glanced over the instructions once more. It says that if you move, wait for a minute or so for the deterrent cloud (or whatever) to reestablish itself.
IF I MOVE??? I'm RUNNING!!!
So, this time I go to the hardware store and buy some spray that says it lasts through sweat longer. It did, mostly, though I had to slap a few when I was almost done. Gah!
The path runs near a river, and there's a spot where some a$$hat scraped off a lot of bottom land to sell the topsoil. Now every time we get a hard rain it floods and we get mosquitos worse than we used to.
But I made it! Finished W2D1 Re-Run 5K! Must mean I'm serious, finally.
Right now my stomach is growling and I'm trying to kill time before I can start cooking supper. Might munch a bit of the kale salad I'm going to make, as I'm putting it together! Going to use up some cauliflower by mashing it with a little parmesan cheese, cheddar cheese, and a pat or two of butter. Sounds like a lot of calories, but I go easy on the fat stuff, mostly just for flavor. And then we're grilling tenderloin, which is so delicious and surprisingly lean and lower in calories than you'd think. All this and staying on my eating plan!
Sometimes I wonder why i got off it. Just letting stress revert me to bad habits.
I learned a lot, though. I was hoping, I think, for that 15 months, that I was really changed and that I wouldn't fall back into old bad habits. But triggers happen, and sometimes you fall off the wagon, or in my case, off the cliff.
Now I know that. I think I'll be more vigilant and just accept I have a serious problem with food that can get out of hand if I'm not vigilant, really staying aware of what I'm doing and why. It's just how I am, I guess, and accepting it is maybe half the battle.