It’s not often I say this, as I tend to be someone who feels like they could always be doing more, but the last few weekends the exercise has been FANTASTIC. Two Sundays ago, I was sitting around bored when I said to myself “Fuck it, I’m going to get out of this damn house.” I rode my bike downtown to have lunch, and after I was done eating I kept thinking “Man, Whole Foods is really not that far away…” so I braved my fear of riding in traffic and I biked up to Whole Foods, bought a few things, then rode home. It was a raging success, despite me not having a bungee cord so I had to ride while holding my paper bag in one hand.
Last Weekend, I hit the gym on Saturday AND Sunday with Z., whom I’ve managed to con into signing up for Gold’s. This works out wonderfully because he’s really into working out right now so he pushes me to go. Last Saturday I got up early, took the dogs on the GreenBelt for about 40 minutes, then did Kung Fu, then went to the gym. On Sunday, we went to the gym, then swimming in Barton Springs.
The dieting has been up and down. I’ve lost weight – hooray! And actually dipped below 250 lbs. I noticed that I was eating too much overall when my weight stayed steady for one week, though, so I started trying to cut back on bad food at lunch. No more buffets with the boss. Turns out C. was thinking the same thing, because he informed me he was going to start bringing lunch in. This lead to me having a hysterical crying fit. I know it sounds stupid, and it makes me sound crazy, which I hate. But us going to lunch was the last thing we did that was our thing and like everything else he tossed it away like it was so much meaningless trash. I cried and told him between sobs that I’d lost my best friend and that he’d been stolen away from me. Not my proudest moment. Later in the week I managed to articulate things more clearly, and for once he seemed to understand. He and his girlfriend are moving in together soon and he said he felt that would free up some of his time. I find that hard to believe but at this point at least I feel like I’ve truly done all I can to preserve our friendship.
Anyway, back to the food. The diet has not been great on the weekends. I know what they say, you can’t out-train a shitty diet, blah blah blah. I still lost weight. Last Sunday I was eating a burger and fries and feeling guilty when I realized that I’d eaten healthy all day up to that point, and I’d worked out like a motherfucker, so you know, maybe one bad meal was not so bad. I felt like the important thing was that I wasn’t binging – it was just one meal. Sure enough, I lost 4 lbs. this week. So as usual I need to chill out and stop expecting 100% on the food front because that’s just never going to be me. But the funny thing is, I’m okay with that. I was talking to a girl at Kung Fu and we were discussing Easter candy because J. said he was going to shoot the Easter Bunny (don’t ask). We started debating if Peeps were good or not and she said she hadn’t eaten them in years and couldn’t remember what they tasted like. I joked about buying her an easter basket full of chocolate and she just looked horrified and said it’d take her years to eat all that candy. I know my eating needs a lot of improvement but I think no matter how good I get, I’m always going to be the girl who can eat an entire easter basket in a day – and I’m pretty much ok with that, as long as it’s not every day.