So my big thing is no guilt. No regrets. But it’s hard not to regret and rib yourself a bit if you treated yourself so poorly over the weekend that you are feeling physically ill about it. And by “you”, I mean me. Consider yourselves my proverbial priests, while I give you a full confessional. I’ll give you a play by play of the carnage.

My first mistake was going out Friday night. I knew I had a party lined up the next night, yet I couldn’t wait. I didn’t go too crazy and I ate well (I was a good girl and ordered chipotle tacos with meat, lettuce, salsa, and that’s it, and that was the worst thing food-wise I had all day), but there was definitely whiskey involved. And I was up until almost 5am. And I skipped the DDR part of my workout. Mostly because I was sore and wanted to die, but partly because I didn’t have time – friends were already over and food was sitting on the counter after Jillian kicked my butt.
My second mistake was sleeping in Saturday, lazing around, and then having to run all over town getting things for my costume. I missed my sixth day of Shred. Six days is more than I usually do, but considering 2 of those days were only 20 min shred workouts, I still owed myself a workout. And I didn’t do it.
My third mistake was following my advice for parties – I had a very small and what I thought was filling snack before I headed out, but I guess a gardenburger wasn’t enough. I was so seriously hungry I downed an OBSCENE amount of junk food there because I was STARVING. On top of that, I could only obtain a one liter of diet soda and had to move on after that to sugared punch and soda. Ugh.
My fourth mistake was lunch on Sunday. It wasn’t that it was so unhealthy – it was just so BAD. We went to try out what we thought was a new soup and salad bar, but it ended up being more of a straight buffet, and probably the worst one in town we’ve had thus far. Everything was fatty and greasy and bleh (except that salad, that was alright- but the topping bar was pretty small).
My fifth mistake? Not making up my skipped workout on Sunday. I had convinced myself somehow that I should rest today so I didn’t tire myself out, but I think it was more about the hangover. I usually punish myself by working through hangovers but not so much yesterday.
My sixth and final nail in the coffin was dinner. Calorie-wise, I was a freaking saint. We got chinese takeout and I had wonton soup, veggie delight, and one bite of orange chicken. And about half a cup of rice. The problem is – I ended up with a gigantic portion of the wonton soup + broth and it was especially salty, so I am Bloaty McBalloonperson today.

I will say some good things about this weekend though:
1. I didn’t partake of the late night fast food runs either night. I had a few fries off Zliten’s plate Friday but that’s it.
2. I did dance my ass of for a while at the party Saturday. Plus I was shopping for 3 hours – shopping is cardio, right?
3. I made good food choices with what I had to work with Sunday. I went for non fried stuff (minus one small taste of fried fish which was honestly the best thing on the buffet :P) and loaded up on veggies and non-sauce covered protein. Chinese, I ate probably just about the lowest calorie foods on the menu and was actually pretty satisfied with what I got instead of feeling diet-punished.
However, the truth is today the scale is saying unthinkable things that I am going to throw out as a mulligan. I’ll give myself a day or 2 being healthy to detox and I should be back in business. The problem: I have just about the same weekend to face next weekend. I have high hopes going into each weekend and then it all falls apart. It’s one hundred percent my fault. While I’d love to get persnickety about people around me not being the best influences and yadda yadda yadda, I am the one making the choices. I am the one who controls my destiny.
I am the one who had to have her heart jump out of her chest practically today because of what she saw on the scale. Yeah, it was that ridiculous. Who gains seven lbs in 2 days? That would be me, people. I am really going to have to get it together if I want to accomplish project: the last effing 20 lbs.
But really, all I can do is analyze, figure out how to be better next time, and move on. So that I will. This week, I will stop letting those close to me be enablers. If I choose to go out drinking and find myself hungry because of it, fuck it. Being hungry is not the worst thing in the world. If I have the strength to run a half marathon, and the capability to come up with a training plan – I can figure this out. I’m not a dumb bunny, but I sure played one this weekend.

So, I guess here is last week by the numbers:
Monday: under 1400 1500 calories, Shred Lvl 1, 30 mins DDR 5k run (had an itch to run, so I ran instead)
Tuesday: under 1400 1500 calories, Shred Lvl 1, 5k run 30 mins DDR (switched from Monday, and at lower intensity than normal because – um, sore!)
Wednesday: under 1400 1500 calories, Shred Level 1, 30 mins DDR yoga (was about to die from soreness so I yoga’d out)
Thursday: under 1400 1500 calories, Shred Level 1, 5 mile run 5k run (just didn’t have a 5 miler in me)
Friday: under 1500 1700 calories, Shred Level 1
Saturday: healthy eating until the Halloween party, Shred Level 1
Sunday: under 1500 calories (who knows), rest
So this week is:
Monday: under 1400 calories, Shred Lvl 1, 30 mins DDR
Tuesday: under 1400 calories, Shred Lvl 2, 5 mile run
Wednesday: under 1400 calories, Shred Level 2, yoga
Thursday: under 1400 calories, Shred Level 2, 5k run
Friday: under 1500 calories, Shred Level 2, 30 mins DDR
Saturday: under 2000 calories, Shred Level 2, yoga
Sunday: under 1500 calories, rest
So yes, pretty much a do-over of last week, and moving up to level 2 of the Shred. Since this post is already looking to be like a novel, I’ll talk more about the shred and other random stuff tomorrow.
How was your weekend? Anyone else want to pull up a chair to the confessional? If you had a saintly weekend, wanna give me some tips? 🙂



gust. Does that just piss anyone else right the fuck off? Christmas is a holiday on December 25th. Christmas season is from black Friday to Jan 1. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE CHRISTMAS SHIT IN OCTOBER!
kie offered, you’d indeed feel ill). For some reason, people seem to respect allergies where they don’t respect trying to be healthy. Go figure.
Most of us mere mortals will have a day or two where we eat and drink more than we should. Know this…
been about 6 hours since I ate dinner so it made sense). Saturday was a WAY OVERBOARD drinking night and I think I might had tripped and fell face first into a handful or 2 of chips. Sunday, we went out to Italian and let’s just say I didn’t order the pasta with red sauce.
body (I do need to get some new cold weather tops too, but I also need to clean out my closet and see what is too big first). I picked up two really cute dresses that are office appropriate and a good handful of skirts that are the same. I’m pretty set on basic tights now and I have some fun patterned ones, but if that’s really going to be my fall/winter “look”, I’m going to need some fun colors – a red and a blue at least would provide me some non-nude/black options if patterned tights aren’t an option.
I loved this post and wanted to share my own. I often dream about what I’d do if I won the lottery, but it’s fun to just confine it to things that would make me able to live a healthy lifestyle better (some of them are a stretch…but…). Let the opulence begin with a day in the life!
I wake up whenever my body tells me to – however, since I don’t have any worries or things to do to keep me up at night, I probably naturally arise around 9am. I reluctantly leave my bed, because it is made to the exact firmness for me (and Zliten’s side for Zliten) and feels pretty much like sleeping on a cloud. I plod into my perfectly clean bathroom that the maid just tidied up for me yesterday and get ready to start my day.
I head to the kitchen where a chef is waiting for me. He asks me what I want to eat for breakfast, and I jokingly say a waffle with ice cream, chocolate syrup, and some homefries. He says that he would oblige, but it’s not on the nutritionist’s list for me and it’s not a splurge day. Instead, he whips me up some delicious whole grain homemade toast and a fruit salad, as he knows I’ll be doing a long run that day and need something to fuel it.
I eat my breakfast while catching up on the internet/blogs/etc. After the food settles, I go into my workout clothes closet which are organized by temperature and sport, and select an outfit for 60-70 degrees, running. Since I have all the time in the world, I get my driver (please, if I ever get rich I will NEVER drive again) to Town Lake for a change of scenery, and run a nice, easy 10 mile jaunt – as I’m gearing up for a half marathon and that’s what my trainer has prescribed today. When not training for a race, I might have someone come in and teach a different class each week so I can try everything. After the car takes me home, I stretch out, and the chef has a smoothie waiting for me. At first I object because I’m feeling fine and not hungry, but after his insistence, I drink it and feel even better. He lets me know that lunch will be served in about an hour.