Confessions of a Bulk Eater

So, as i was riding along on my horomonal roller coaster yesterday (have I mentioned how much I LOVE being a woman?) I consumed almost 200 calories more than my max allotment for the day should be. Considering my gorge fest at breakfast and the 2 snacks I inhaled between getting home from work and taking my son to soccer practice, I felt okay about that. Not good, but I knew it could have been a lot worse. It has been worse in the past.

So we get home from soccer and my husband tells me he has to go meet the A/C people at the new house in the morning (today) to give them a check (sellers are paying for the replacement, we are paying for some sort of upgrade to make it more energy efficient) and he won’t be able to take the baby to daycare. Did I mind? Hmmm… I didn’t get to the gym yesterday morning and I really didn’t want to miss 2 days. So I told him no, as long as he didn’t mind me going last night once the kids were to bed (nothign on TV anyway except the debate) He said no so once I got my son to bed, I hit the gym.

I wanted to run, but it had been almost a week since I had run and knew it would be difficult. I decided to jump into week 5 of C25k to get some structure and motivation. And it worked. I ran the three 5 minute intervals without any problems. I also ran once the whole thing was over. I had put the treadmill to go fo 45 minutes, I just wanted to see how far I would get. I finished a 5k in a little over 40 minutes so I used the remaning time to slow my heart rate down. I ran a few times at over 6mph too!! Not for very long, but just to see. I think I might continue with the program to see what happens. See if I can increase my endurance. Plus, the music was MUCH MUCH better on week 5 and that was my whole hangup with week 4.

So I burned up 450 calories on the tready plus I did a circuit of arm weights so I’m sure I burned more off there. See, redemption. I did not let the horomones beat me yesterday. Yesterday was a lunch from Tijuana Flats sort of day and I did not let it become that. Progress.

Okay, so now a rant. I hate this: I’m at the gym last night. It’s 9:30pm so the gym is pretty empty. There is a WHOLE ROW of EMPTY treadmills just waiting to be used. What does this one guy do? He gets on the one next to me and starts running away at like 8 mph. Really? Why the one right next to me? Number one, there were plenty of other ones to be had. Number two, he really was not that good looking and I may have been able to excuse it just a tad if he was. Number 3, I felt as if he were suffocating me (I have personal space issues as you can see) Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

And now I leave you with some insight as to why I go to NY as often as I do. You would too if this is what you were going to be looking at on stage:

I really should look into therapy