I kind of fell off the wagon last month. After a month of low carb, and cravings, and deprivation.. yeah. I hit the chocolate pretty hard. Not the bread, surprisingly. But hell yeah the chocolate.
The time has arrived to start being good again. I've gone back on the straight and narrow, in the hopes of being a little more narrow myself. I'm already as straight as I'm getting.
So, back to counting calories. I'm not actually eating any differently, but I'm dutifully counting. I wrote down all the easter candy, and the beer, and the shrimp - coconut milk - bok choy creation that JD made for dinner. And my spinach salad for lunch. It's all written down and accounted for.
Whose idea was it that writing it all down would work well? Because it's kind of a pain in the ass. I'm not a joiner, but Weight Watchers holds a certain appeal in that at least I'd not be typing all the time. I guess you're still counting, but you're only counting up to 20 or something. Not 1500.
Anyway, I'm doing that. Counting. And trying to eat lots of fruits and veggies. Wait, let me count.. I had 14 different kinds of fruits and vegetables today. Of course, many of them were in a salad. But it still counts. I'm claiming it. I'm sure those 8 slices of radish have had some kind of huge nutritional impact, and soon I will be glowing. Especially if they were farmed in southern MD, down near the nuclear plant.
I've been hitting the gym, too. I need to tweak my timing. The tail end of my routine keeps intersecting with the beginning of some class. This means that I have to bug out of the nice, private, wood floored, mirrored room where I like to work out, and set myself up in the hallway next to the water fountain to finish my workout. Not private. Not serene. You know?
I need to make more time in my day. I've been giving myself 45 minutes at the gym, and that just isn't satisfying. All the exercises take a finite amount of time. I don't want to rush them, as I get less benefit from weights lifted quickly than weights lifted slowly. And some things just can't be rushed. (Hold this 5 times for 10 seconds each can't really be reduced to less than 50 seconds.) Perhaps I'll develop gumption and come in to work earlier. Perhaps pigs will fly.
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