Work totally sucked today. I was basically in a bad mood there from 10am onward. The owner of our business encourages the 6 employees there to work as a team, and there's one person who will just never be a team player. That's the gist of it, but there's more drama to it than that. Today just made my blood boil.
I think that normally I would have stopped at Chic Fil A and got myself a large milkshake and spicy chicken sandwich under these circumstances. I would have stuffed it in my face in the car so that no one would know I did it. But that's NOT normal by any stretch of the imagination! No food, even "fast food", is meant to be shoved down your throat the way I used to do it... nevermind that, but I would do it SECRETLY! Looking back (mind you, this was 3.5 weeks ago), I realize that I have deeper issues with my food and emotions, or even the fact that I tie the 2 together. I'm thinking that while I am on Phentermine, I might seek out some counseling on what I'm dealing with there. Right now, I have it under control, but I want to make sure that I have an arsenal of information and help so that I NEVER EVER EVER go back to being that way!
Now the bright side to this is what I did instead of eating. Today was my off day from working out, but it was such a beautiful day, I figured that after work I would go for a bike ride. But then my bad day happened, and the bad mood followed me home... I knew a bike ride would be fun and relaxing, but I had built up anger seeping into my bones, and a bike ride wasn't going to be enough to kick it the f' outta there! So I laced up the running shoes, threw my hair up in a pony tail, and rode down to the gym.
I had a fire under my butt once I got on that treadmill. I have been working on how long it takes me to run/walk/jog a mile. My record time, so far, had been 14:09. Today I did it in 13:55. Pardon the lil' bit of french here, but....
Yeah. I channeled all that negative energy into that run. And you know what, it came out full blast. When the digital monitor read 1:00 distance and 13:55 time, I totally fist-pumped. The gym was packed, and MOST Oklahomans don't know what fist-pumping is, and I got a few strange stares, but whatev. At that moment, I was victorious, that SUPER-ME came out, and that beeotch side that bogged me down all day was gone. It felt good. I didn't have to calm myself with food. One workout, 2 small victories.
All in a day's work.
Until next time....