Ah, Kanye West. The purveyor of some of the wisest little nuggets of wisdom of our time. Sure. But lyrics like, "That (that that) that doesn't kill me can only make me stronger", resonated with me a little more this week when the song came on the radio. Ok, so I know that the self-proclaimed "Black Jesus" wasn't the first one to use this profound statement, but come on, I have to appreciate inspiration anywhere it pops up. So let's get to the nuts and bolts of it. I have been working my butt off, and there've been a few points where I've felt like it just might kill me. Running was the main culprit. I just can't stand it! But I pushed myself a little each day, and I have to admit, it's getting easier. When I first started with trainer Rachel's suggested plan, I viewed running as the absolute devil. I had to hold on to the railing from time-to-time, and I felt completely exhausted. But as the week progressed, I started feeling more confident. Today-and for the first time since last summer-I experienced the coveted "runner's high", and somehow managed to actually enjoy my run. It didn't seem difficult, so I even upped my mileage and did an extra five minutes. I ran almost a full two and three quarter miles without stopping, and without grabbing the railing. Way to go me!
Besides the running, I sprinkled some work with machines, weights, and the body weight stuff. I maintained my grain-free diet, and was feeling on top of the world by the weekend. Unfortunately, as it often does, the weekend decided to rear its ugly and tempting head with all sorts of distractions. My good friend Amber had a chili cook off on Friday. A total of seven entries (including my "Green Bay Pumpkin Chili) were displayed throughout the kitchen, and in the dining room she had serious spread of condiments, chips, and cornbread (my FAVORITE!!), as well as sides, desserts, and a full bar (including hot mulled wine...yum!). I tried, I really did, but there was just no way I could resist. I caved. I didn't gorge myself, but I definitely ate more than I should have. And forget about grain-free. The rest of the weekend was really busy, and I couldn't get to the gym. I had to cook for my new clients on Saturday, and while shopping for their dinner, I treated myself to a pumpkin-spice latte and a chocolate croissant. So, I suppose this is part of my "wiggle room" theory; as in I need a little treat now and then so I don't go insane. The weekend seems like the perfect time to indulge, but I know I overdid it because when I weighed myself Sunday, I had gained back two of the seven pounds I lost. Ok, not a huge deal. I can indulge a little bit, but I absolutely have to learn to control myself.
I'm back on track today and feeling more motivated than ever after my great run. I have found myself falling back into "old" habits of not eating breakfast and skipping journal entries, but at least I can recognize my weak spots. The journaling has really helped me stay accountable for my food intake, and breakfast helps me not start chewing my arm off by two p.m. So I know what I need to stay on top of. I've absolutely gotten the snacking under control, which I'm very proud of. And cooking healthy meals for my clients has been really inspiring. So there's a lot to be happy about this week, and I hope I can keep it up. No wait...I'm going to keep it up!