The one where I eat a steak and don't worry about it
Saturday, July 13, 2013
So today, I joyfully embark on an adventure where I will, without being angry at myself, eat what I want fully and completely without care or consideration. It is my planned day of indulgence, and I am joyfully and willfully and happily entering into the day with my fourth cup of coffee and the enjoyment of having played batman on the floor of the playroom with my three year old for the last hour.
See, I sometimes do things that are fun and exciting and not fitness centric. They help exercise my curiosity or my imagination or my desire to enjoy the arts. I am going to see Wicked today. Not only that, I splurged, far too much, on the "not cheap" seats, sitting stage left in the first row behind the orchestra pit. I will look up and watch the actresses and actors sing their bloody hearts out and I will enjoy every minute of sitting on my (now much smaller) rear end while doing so.
Then I'm going to a wonderbar steak place. And I'm not only going to not order a baked fish dish, I plan to fully enjoy a rib-eye steak. I might switch out some of the butter-laden fat filled potatoes or vegetables, and I might leave some of it on the plate so as not to fill myself to overfull, but I am going to have wine. I am going to enjoy bread. I am going to eat my steak and not worry about it.
And I'll track it, sure, but I'm not going to the gym tomorrow to try and burn off the bazillion calories. I'm just going to enjoy the day and then get back on track tomorrow. And if I'm a few pounds heavier, so be it.
Because on some days, when you're doing as well as I have over the last month and a half, you just have to take a break and enjoy what life has to offer you.
Today, it offers INDULGENCE and I'm going to willfully and joyfully dive in full force like I always do.
Because fitness is a lifestyle thing, and today is a wonderful break in that long-term change.
(besides, I did a kettlebell workout last night, then added arms and chest and shoulders because I could, and I held my plank for 50 seconds (although I was shaking like a naked Eskimo at the end) and I did 50 pushups in a SINGLE set twice this week, meaning I'm getting close to upping my daily pushes to 100 per day... so you know, let's just say, progress ain't gonna be hampered too badly :) )