Thursday, January 30, 2014
today is one of those days. Those days where the negative little devil sits down on your shoulder and just whispers in your ear all day in his honey sweet voice. As I'm in Denver work today has a pizza party for all 400 employees on site. But I pre-planned and logged it. Ate a huge salad and has two slices of very thin sliced thin crust veggie pizza. As the place we order from doesn't really do "cheesy" pizza it wasn't too horrible. But this lifestyle is suppose to be about finding the balance. Being able to plan for a pizza day, not be ruined by it. but that doesn't mean he didn't try to convince me that I am doing the wrong thing.
I have a four mile run scheduled today for my 13.1 training.
But all day this little devil has been whispering horrible little thoughts into my ear...."If you were doing it right you would be losing weight faster"...(I'm losing two pounds a week, I'm doing the plan)...."Why go run, you hate to run"...(which is true but goals motivate me, just today is a tug of war between goals and just hanging my head and listening to my devil)
It is crazy that we can contain so much negative thoughts. At one point my little devil was going off and I was like "Whoa, really, you're going off the cliff". It's just one of those days where everything you hate to think about yourself starts shouting at you. when you refuse to answer it yells louder.
Now don't get me wrong, I have never been an "emotional" eater so that's not where I'm headed. But it does make me want to go home, lay in bed and pull the blankets over my head.
But then I wouldn't get my 10,000 steps. I would fall down on my training. In the end I would be failing me.
then the little devil tried to take a different approach..."Okay fine, let's just go home first as the treadmills are always so full and you run so slow, it will take you almost 50 minutes to run 4 miles. We will just go later".
and I almost fell for it, yeah that does all make a lot of sense....then I remember, I walk past the gym on the way home, the changes of my leaving the house to walk BACK to the gym......prior experience says I'll find myself just being a bump on a pickle, the blankets will win.
So he can keep whispering, I'm heading out to get my four miles in, even if I have to do it in two parts because of the 30 minute treadmill max.
Letting him win, is letting myself lose. but he is so tempting ;)