Memorial Day weekend was a fun weekend of water park-in and eating bad, grilled food. I am feeling disgusted with myself for the choices I made. Or rather, for not being more adamant about eating at certain places that gave me more healthy choices. Even my children were grossed out by the crap we've consumed over the weekend. Our guts are not happy with us. And it has expressed itself with tooting rears and runs to the bathroom.
Today, we returned home. I bought a roasted chicken after work and steamed white rice (not the best choice), but better than the grilled processed meats, bleached breads, and potato salads. The kids had whole wheat spaghetti with pesto sauce. I made steamed carrots and peas. I ate 1/2 an avocado with my meal. And as much as this still wasn't the most nutritiously marvelous food, it was significantly much better than I ate from Saturday to Tuesday at 3 p.m.
Tomorrow, I go back to my green smoothies and salads taken to my training. The training does provide lunch, but they also provide one too many baked goods of the gut beating kind. The lunch today was an overdone chicken breast, rice, and veggies. And chocolate cake. Yum! Bad . . . Darn it!
I want to thank those of you have awarded me blogger awards. I am so sorry for not taking the time to address each and every one of them. They are immensely important to me because I generally feel like the wallflower at the party, and your awards make me feel like the triple threat entertainer that I think I am . . . in my head.
I set the alarm for 4:50 a.m. and I hope to run on the treadmill. Oh, and did I mention that the pedal of my bike managed to come off while I was riding it on Friday, thereby stripping the threads. It cannot be easily fixed without sending it back. However, my hunky hubby managed to screw it back on despite having 1/8th of an inch not screwed on. I hope it works with no further problems.
I set the alarm for 4:50 a.m. and I hope to run on the treadmill. Oh, and did I mention that the pedal of my bike managed to come off while I was riding it on Friday, thereby stripping the threads. It cannot be easily fixed without sending it back. However, my hunky hubby managed to screw it back on despite having 1/8th of an inch not screwed on. I hope it works with no further problems.
It's funny how bad food makes you feel rotten physically and emotionally. Still, I admit to loving the picture of the cotton candy above. Cotton candy is just an amazing invention.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're getting back on track. I'm still wearing my pedometer everyday since you motivated me to get it out of the drawer and back to walking. From 5,000 steps initially I now do between 10-20,000 steps per day. :)
Like Nona, I'm admiring that cotton candy. ;)
ReplyDeleteI know when I was doing a better job of eating healthy food and avoiding fast food at all costs, I *sure* felt a difference the odd time I'd hit McDonald's (and usually within half an hour).
You'll get back on track, I know it. :)
Some days I think it is about making better choices rather than the best choice. Each day is a new day and I would like to think that we get better at making the healthy choices. :)
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