I’ve been doing a better job at tracking my food this month…up until last week. I dunno why. Busy? Lazy? Tired of feeling high maintenance about tracking my food? Wanting to eat like crap and not be accountable for it? There ya go, we have a winner! Sometimes a big part of me wants to just eat like crap. Millions of Americans do it after all, why can’t I? Well, we all know the answer to that. Cuz we train, we compete, we walk a different walk. I guess.
The nice thing about tosa is that when I want to add a big dose of sugar to my diet? I’ve got Cranky Al’s right down the street. Now, there are tons of folks that can run and get a Cranky donut and be just fine about it. Not me. Once I get that sugar, I want more. A bite of a donut turns into half a donut. Half turns into two and so on. Not good. If I could just go get my Cranky’s fix and walk away for another season, I’d be able to pull this sugar thing off. But that’s not how I’m wired.
So towards the end of the week, too much sugar; too much hooch; too much coffee and not enough water and protein and veggies all combined for one gut wrenching day…literally. Saturday was normal enough until we got home from a burger and bloody’s after some youth sports and shortly after, I was down for the count. Hours later I was on the Google looking up every horrible disease that could cause my intense pain and figured that I had hours to live. Ya, I know. Drama much?
Turns out that too much of this…
and this…
…made me feel like this:
By nine o’clock, I was starting to get worried that I’d have to bail out on the Highland Games I’d committed to on Sunday in nearby Lake Forest, Il. I’d already missed a fun party Saturday night watching The Blob with some new friends, I didn’t want to miss a Games.
Lucky for me, I woke up feeling a bit sore from so much cramping; hungy from not eating the rest of the day; but good enough to head out to the Games.
But it was a good gut check by my body letting me know that actually???? We can’t eat like that. So time to dial back in and make a few further changes.
Less coffee in the morning. Instead of a full French Press, I’ll use my smaller one for 1 1/2 cups of coffee instead of 4-5. More water. All day. Less booze at night. Night night drinkies sneak up on me and I have to start paying closer attention. One glass of wine, a taste of the awesome Scotch prize I got this weekend, a nip of my Jaloviina since Bigg already has a return trip planned to that neck of the woods and I don’t need to ration my cut Brandy. Back to my 2-3 pound chicken cook ups so I have lots of scrumptious protein ready to go and I don’t need to grab junk because I’m hungy but don’t have time to make something, etc.
I’m feeling better already; had a great games yesterday with some of my most favorite people, and met some new friends. I’m enjoying my second half cup of coffee and have already had more water than I probably drank all Friday and Saturday. I could get hard on myself, telling me that I know better; I should be a better example; I should have more control…but I don’t think we’ll go there today.
I do okay. I stumble, realize it, adjust, and move on. Word.
Life isn’t about algebra and geometry. Learning by making mistakes and not duplicating them is what life is about.
Lindsay Fox
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