This last weekend was a challenge. My husband and I went up North to work and staying on our current diet for three days was going to be challenging. Remember when I talked about snacks in the car for pre-diet road trips? Well, this time our snacks were totally different. We packed the protein shake, the protein bars, and the nuts. Out intention, was to buy fresh fruit and veggies from the farmer stands on the side of the road. Unfortunately, the stands were closed so we had to by fruits in the store. Saturday was easy in Gilroy, the garlic capitol of the world. Our meals contained the right foods and I thought the rest of the weekend was going to be easy.
Needless to say, we hit Solvang and by Sunday, our diet was off track. Was it that I did not plan enough snacks / food or was it already set in my mind that we were going to have a cheat day? I think it was the latter and let me tell you "cheating was not easy." No, the self induced guilt I felt and created was making the cheat become more difficult. Once I ate the wonderful danish, I felt horrible. It bothered me throughout the day and since I was not prepared, my lunch meal was not very healthy. How was I going to survive eating dinner? There was no way I could take he day back. The only thing I could do was try to make my last meal somewhat healthy and compliant to my diet. No fast food places that was for sure. We ended up at a nice steak house and the food was delicious, the company was great, and the ambiance was wonderful. I skipped the rice, but ate the vegetables and protein. I even ate the asparagus which I know I am allergic too. Aside from a swollen mouth, I did not regret trying it. It had been a long time since I had eaten it.
When we came home, we had to get back into the swing of things. Our trainer was coming over and I had to confess that I was not able to get in any exercise. I was feeling great as I trained, but I must of taking a bad step going up my stairs. When I took off my shoe, my ankle was swollen and not I have to deal with it. I can't afford to have any problems with my body. I cried all night. If something is wrong with my ankle, am I doomed? Off to doctors to find out!
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