Yesterday morning I woke up feeling great and very excited to
begin the path to fabulousness. I got up early, drank my water, ate my hard-boiled
egg (packed with protein! Sensible in calories! The perfect breakfast food!),
hopped in the shower and did my hair and makeup. While I didn’t turn any heads,
I didn’t look awful and at least I felt
great, which is a great start.
I had my lunch and dinner menus planned for the day,
determined to stay within my 1200 calorie per day range. I was excited to take
my 45 minute power walk with the baby at the park in the evening. But, even the
best laid plans get thrown wrenches, and mine went completely down the drain
when Jason called me at work to let me know his parents had invited us over for
dinner and an impromptu get-together with some family members. AWESOME (note…this
is sarcasm).
Don’t get me wrong, I love going out to visit his parents;
it’s always a good time. But, I don’t get off work until 5:30 pm and they live
a half hour away, so we wouldn’t even be getting there until at least 6:00. By
the time we eat, visit, and everyone gets their fix of loving on the baby, we’re
not looking to get home till at least 9. Then I have to get the baby a bath and
do his bedtime routine, leaving me no time at all to do our walk at the park.
But the lack of exercise was among the lease of my worries
last night. What scared me last night was the fact that his family loves to
eat. We’re talking major foodies here, and they always serve up tons of deliciously
fatty and high-caloric appetizers and meals and desserts and boozy drinks. For
the non-dieting person, it’s heavenly. For the overweight formerly-fabulous
girl who is on a mission to re-gain her fabulosity, it’s sabotage.
But, I would never deprive my love of the opportunity to see his
family, and so I agreed and at 6:00 we pulled into Dieter’s Sin Palace (also
known as “his parent’s place”). When we got out of the car of course the first
thing that happened was the baby was snatched from my arms by his grandma, and
we were encouraged to grab a plate of food while Grandma loved on the little
guy. I walked into the kitchen with apprehension and discovered the components
of the evenings feast: grilled baby back ribs with Sweet Baby Ray’s Barbecue
Sauce. A plate loaded down with grilled pineapple. An absolutely huge and scrumptious
looking pasta salad just loaded down with fresh veggies, black olives, and
Italian dressing. An equally large pan full of baked beans with bacon. And a
large bowl of plain steamed white rice.
I thought to myself, “I can do this. I can make this work”.
I helped myself to a small serving of the ribs; take away the bones and it was
probably about 4 oz. of meat which is considered serving size. I added one scoop of the pasta salad and one
scoop of the rice, and thought I’d be good for the night. But, the pasta salad
was just soooo amazing and so I convinced myself that I could have another very
small “half-sized” portion and that I would still be within my calories for the
day.
After eating, visiting, and letting the baby play in the mud
and dirt and chase his cousins around (which was completely adorable, I might
add), we left around 8:30 and got back home at 9. I gave the baby his bath, put
him in his jammies, fed him his bedtime cereal, and out him to bed. By the time
I finished with him, it was 9:40 pm and I had no intention of going for a power
walk alone in the dark.
But, about 10:15, I caught myself falling back into my old
pattern of going to the kitchen to look for a snack. I know I wasn’t hungry, I
was just practicing my routine but the urge so snack was so overwhelming that I
literally had to go talk to Jason and ask him to please NOT let me snack no
matter how bad I wanted one. He told me “you’re not hungry, you’re bored. Why
don’t you just go for a walk?” And I thought
to myself, “he’s right”. SO, last night at 10:25 pm I found myself with my
iPod, power walking the quiet streets of my sleepy little town. I went at it
for 45 minutes without stopping even one time and I. Felt. AMAZING! As a matter of fact, I didn’t even feel like
stopping after 45 minutes but I did because 1. It was 11:10 pm and 2. I knew
that no matter how good it felt in the moment it could seriously hurt in the
morning.
I came back into the house and logged my calories for the
day and in the end, I discovered that I did GREAT for the day! I was slightly
over my 1200 calories (DAMN that extra serving of pasta salad!)…BUT with the
310 calories I burned with my 45-minute power walk, my calorie range increased
and I still had 98 calories left to spare! And as an additional “yay for me”, I
exceeded my required water intake for the day with 12 cups of water!
This morning, I was a little sore when I woke and hungry as
a wolf. So I had a bowl of Kashi and soaked my achy muscles in a hot bath
(which feels SO good first thing in the morning!). And now, I definitely feel a
little bit fabulous and am really proud of myself for doing so good yesterday.
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