I’ll be up front and honest. I cheated this weekend.
I know, I know.
I had an iced coffee from Starbucks on Friday and Monday I had a strawberry and a little bit of angel food cake. And then I decided I needed Banana Nut Cheerios for a snack, which was a huge mistake. It hurt my stomach so bad. I don’t know if it was the mix of that and the crabs we ate for dinner or what, but I was happy to sleep that off.
Anyway, Friday I spent time with friends. My roommate from college was back in town, so we made dinner, drank some wine, pretended to workout, and went to see a movie. My friend, Alexia, made these awesome spinach noodles with pesto, arugula, and prosciutto. At first I didn’t want them because I didn’t want noodles again that week, but they were really delicious. I sauteed some asparagus and we had bruschetta for an appetizer.
I’ve gotten pretty bad about working out on the weekend. I did workout Monday evening, however, thanks to another friend. I’ve been thinking about joining a pool close to home since it’s gotten so hot outside to run in the evening. I’m not sure which I would like better. Swimming is a whole other beast.
But I do want to talk a little bit about my cheating. None of it really made sense. I had a ton of choices for food, I just wanted these things at those times and I decided to eat them. And that’s how a lot of people think. I want it, so I’m going to eat it. Not: I want that, but how is it going to make me feel (mentally or physically).
I honestly hate the bloated, over-stuffed feeling after eating out. So I don’t eat out as much anymore. And if I do, I pick something that’s not going to fill me up all the way. And I especially hate the guilt. I wonder: When is that going to make it’s way to my thighs. I remind myself: NEVER. Because I’m not going to give it the chance. If I want to treat myself, I will, but I have to balance any indulgences with the proper exercise. And sometimes that’s just taking the stairs instead of the elevator. You don’t have to spend 2 hours on the treadmill. Give yourself a break.