Rollercoaster Ride




This week was a rollercoaster ride.

Monday after I posted my blog, I was feeling re-invented, or re-inspired. Instead of telling you what I did with that motivation, I’m going to give a little play by play to show  just exactly what I mean by a roller coaster ride.

Monday,  Monday, I was feeling good. I got my AM workout in, I ate clean all day, with no cheats. I went to bed feeling accomplished, and ready for the rest of the week.

Until Tuesday  morning came, and I slept through my alarm..well if I’m being honest alarm(s),(there’s about 6) and missed the gym in the morning. I forgave myself after a few moments of mental anguish. I gave myself a verbal promise to appear (at the gym that evening ) . After that was resolved, I quickly fell back asleep and on with my day. My food  was on point, again, but as worked dragged on I slowly conceded with myself that  no working out that would be done that day. And that my friends, is called a rest day.

Wednesday, the tiger came back out of the cage. I got two hours in the morning, ate clean all day, and then I even did some cardio after work. Felt great and on a mission.

Thursday– wasn’t as aggressive as Wednesday, but still on track. Nothing special about Thursday.

Friday-Overslept again. Was about to have another “rest day” but decided to go for a run instead before work. It felt good to run outside, also felt a bit like the tin man without oil. Will work on that.

Okay, so Friday night is like the part of the rollercoaster ride when you are on that slow incline,  there may have been a few dinky drops, or twists or turns, but the week has been leading up to that tallest peak, ready to go downhill.

Friday night, I committed a felony. Okay, so I just ate pasta. It felt so wrong, but so right. For anyone whos been on a no carb diet for an extended period of time, please tell me you know how this feels. I felt like I was going to be put in handcuffs at any moment.

You also know the feeling when you do something wrong but, there’s no repercussions so you do it again. That we can call Saturday Night. My acts of indiscretion continued. Before you know it, I was eating the rolls on the table that restaurants like to taunt you with (a boobie trap I had successfully avoided for months.) I was eating my hot dogs and cheeseburgers with buns (taboo *shudder*). I even indulged in a few summertime cocktails, and had a dessert that wasn’t a slice of watermelon.

And guess what. I don’t even feel that bad about it.  (Side note: I don’t know if this is good or bad yet). I reminded myself that I worked hard this week, I didn’t stop working out, and it was Fourth of July weekend. I am human, and even though it may feel like it, indulging a tad isn’t criminal. (Tad is subject to your own discresion, right?)

Now I sit here on Monday night during this reflection, and I am ready to get back on track for the rest of the week. I am okay with a rollercoaster ride once in a while, but I don’t want to make it a habit. So my alarm is set for tomorrow, and I am going to get back after it the best I can. (This weeks focus, don’t blow it all the weekend. Got it).

And I may or may not have a scoop of ice cream before I set that alarm. I may not have grasped this whole balance thing, but I swear I am getting closer.

–until next week.







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