MMMM Cupcake! |
Mom and I in the blue jackets |
Anyway flash forward again to the Superbowl party; my mom had made chili, a baked potato bar, nachos, hot dogs, and the my aunt showed up with some pizza so there was no shortage of food; and I tried it all! I was soooo stuffed.
Monday-Thursday consisted of eating more pizza, sugary mocha freezes (love them), ice-cream, cookies, and a potluck at work full of pulled pork sandwiches, lumpia, casseroles and desserts and until last night not a single workout. I had a mid-day breakdown right after eating about 3 cookies where I emailed some of co-workers and running buddies. Thankfully Sara offered to work out with me at the gym last night and it pulled me out of my funk. Even after losing all the weight and knowing what to do sometimes the brain just checks out, the willpower shuts off and I find myself shoveling food in my pie-hole as fast as I can get my hands on it. Thankfully even in the midst of the craziness and sugar crashes I know that it's temporary and I will never go back to those bad habits that ended in a 250 lb weigh in. I enjoy working out and I love the power I feel when I eat well, sometimes I get distracted but I'm not the same person I was. I can always recover, and WILL always recover. The gym calls my name louder than fast food, the road is cheaper than therapy, and I'm a better wife and mother when I allow myself those few selfish hours a week of burning calories and getting sweaty. It keeps me in check and making the right decision.
So last night I ran 3.125 miles on the indoor YMCA track, did two hellish three minute intervals on the Jacobs Ladder and did some ST. I feel healed. Tonight I will workout with Chalene...turbofire baby!
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