Today was supposed to be my day off. I was awake at 4:30 for no apparent reason and forbid myself from running because I felt my body deserved the break. And yet, here I am. This evening rolled around and I just couldn't help myself. I was still feeling so good from yesterday that I just needed to get out and put a few more miles on these new shoes of mine.
Speaking of new shoes - I love them! Definitely one of my better purchases.
Of course, after my run, I was reminded why I needed a day off. While I'm certainly not battling any injuries, I think my body is telling me it needs a little break. So, tomorrow I will not run... I will not run... I will not run... I will not run...
In the meantime, I will reflect a little on what this little endeavor of mine has already changed in my life...
First and foremost, I'm proud to say that I've quit smoking. This past Thursday was my last one, so it's been 4 days, 1 hour and 44 minutes... more or less :) I really thought it would be much harder than it was. Fortunately for me, my hubby quit as well, which made it a million times easier for me to get through!
My second and not quite so healthy change has been my appetite. Don't get me wrong, I've always loved food, but this is insane. I have an insatiable appetite and I never desire anything that would actually be considered healthy. Take today for example... I started my day with a bowl of cereal, then had a bowl of soup and some french bread for lunch... which I proceeded to follow with a candy bar. Okay, no biggie, except what I was looking for in the office freezer was ice cream. When I found none there, the only reason I didn't go buy some was because I told myself that we had better ice cream at home. So I manage to make it through the rest of the day without further raiding the office snack box and, because I'm not sure it would end well if I went running right after dinner, I held off on eating dinner until after my run. When I'm finally ready to eat, I decide on some french bread pizzas. And, even though the box claims that a serving size is just one pizza, I consider the possibility that this is a typo and decide that two is better than one. While that cheesy deliciousness is cooking, I decide to see what we have the fridge. To my surprise, there's an unopened Hershey bar sitting on the top shelf just staring back at me. I pause for a moment and think 'why are you not already in my belly?' Truly, the only thing that kept me from eating it is the fact that I imagine it will taste better after the pizza than it would before. I give Mr. Hershey a wink: 'I'll be seeing you later". You may be wondering why I would be planning to eat that chocolate bar since it obviously wasn't mine, but my husband and I made a rule... food in the house is totally up for grabs unless you stake a claim on it... this candy bar had no such claim. And, to be totally fair, I even said aloud: 'honey, is this your candy bar?' It's possible he didn't hear me from Virginia, but there's just not much that could be done about that.
So, as I sit here, I'm finishing off my last few bites of pizza and already trying to decide what to consume next. Of course, there is Mr. Hershey with whom I promised to visit a short time ago. But, then again, there's Butterfinger ice cream and all kinds of delectable toppings to choose from. There's brownies or Nutty Bars. Then again, I wouldn't mind a big bowl of leftover pasta salad... Maybe the problem is simply that I have too many options.
The fact is, I certainly don't feel like I have anything to be concerned about with my weight. However, I do need to stop telling myself that I can have anything I want just because I burned a few extra calories. Yes, my body is telling me that it's hungry because it probably is... but I'm guessing we might need to start keeping some healthier options in the house if I hope to not gain weight during this process.
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