I had a “free meal”. Maybe I should get honest with myself and call it what it really is a binge.
But I’m back on track after yesterday’s food fest and day off. I planned on taking a free meal not a binge. My stomach hurt last night when I went to bed. Yuck. Oh well. I promised myself I would not beat myself up. I am actually surprised how easily it is to get back on track with my food. In the past I have had a free day and the next day turns into one and then the next. Just one more huge meal. Just one more. Not this morning. I had my eggs, Ezekial Bread, and half a banana while my family ate homemade waffles topped with banana walnuts and maple syrup. I was actually going to have half a waffle without syrup instead of the bread but my hubby and kids had already eaten them all. I was a little annoyed and when my husband said he wanted some eggs too, I decided to take my frustration about the eaten waffles on him by passively suggesting he was eating A LOT. He replied with, “You’re the one doing the competition not me.” I didn’t really even think that the eggs were a lot of food. I was just annoyed I didn’t get half a waffle.
Last night, I ate all sort of junk: coconut shrimp, bbq pizza, and artichoke dip. And I ate a ton of these little bagel chips. They weren’t even that good. My justification was that if I’m going to have a free meal then I BETTER have a FREE meal, no holds barred. I did the same thing when I was little with my Halloween candy. I would eat to the point that I not only had a stomachache but my tongue was raw as if I had been licking concrete blocks. That was over 20 years ago. It’s time to grow up.
Got to the gym. An idea came to me that really helped me push myself. I thought , there are only 16 weeks to the competition. If I work out each body part once week then that is only 16 times to workout each part, so I better make it count. Today I did chest and shoulders, now there are only 15 more days to workout those body parts. And hopefully see growth….but probably some shrinkage regarding my chest. I’m not going to go there right now. I’m just praying that there will be a little left. I’m okay with a little, I just don’t want “pecs”. But hey if I have to trade in the boobs for killer abs then bring it on!
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