Confession. I didn't go to Jazzercise last night. I could blame it on my knee which did (and still does) bother me, but I could have done low impact stuff. The truth is that I was super cranky (think hormonal) and just wanted to go home and watch basketball. So I did.
The bad thing is that the MF scale rewarded that behavior this morning by posting my lowest weight in a couple of weeks. Whatever.
Today's (no-meat) nutrition plan:
Breakfast: latte, veggie and cheese fritatta
Lunch: sweet potato with laughing cow and single serve mac and cheese (I'm not proud of that, but it is better than what I would eat if I went out, so I'm picking the lesser evil.)
Snack: mixed nuts
Dinner: I could pretend otherwise, but I'm 99.9% sure I will be eating Fuzzy's chips & queso for dinner.
I decided that I have a choice. I can ignore the fact that I'm obviously in some dark hormonal place and pretend that I will stop and get some fish for dinner. Or I can acknowledge that I have no desire to eat well today and manage the damage. Ignoring the fact that I am overloading on carbs, it could be a lot worse. When I'm in this type of zone (call it PMS, hormonal, whatever), my typical MO is to not blog, to not log food and just deny, deny, deny. It is amazing the kind of damage you can do when you do that.
So, I'm making a choice. I'm managing the damage. My goal for today is to come up with a realistic plan for Saturday & Sunday. I refuse to go off the rails. I refuse to not honor my Lenten commitment. BUT, I also know that if I pretend everything is "normal", I will be the loser in the end. Wow. I sound like a basket case. I swear I'm not. Or at least, I don't think I am. But I find comfort in food like an alcoholic does with a bottle. So...manage the damage.
Today's fitness plan:
Hmmm... I don't wanna. Y'all, this is not normal for me. I do cray cray stuff with food, but I'm pretty consistent with working out. But I don't wanna. I'm trying to get myself to commit to riding the bike while reading today. My hope is that if I can get myself down there, maybe I will actually work out. And if I don't...at least I get some movement and some reading in. Manage the damage.
I know that Monday, everything will be back to normal. Sometimes being a woman is just a bitch.