Well here we go...
After a brief time on the workout train, I derailed badly. Stress from work and a badly bruised tailbone, which doesn't allow for much pain free movement, let alone exercise, will do that. So a few weeks ago, I told my friend Dee that starting on June 1st, I was going to jump back on the train and spend the 6 weeks I had between the end of one school year and the start of another making good things happen. I felt this was a good time, because most of the end of the year stress was over and I would have the aforementioned 6 weeks. I spent the entire Memorial Day weekend taking a goodbye tour with some of my favorite things, which I would now be limiting (or possibly eliminating) from my refrigerator...all things deep fried, bacon, hollandaise, margaritas, macaroni salad, ice cream cake, cheesecake...you get the idea.
So I went to bed last night pumped about all the good things I was going to do...I was going to sleep well, get up and do a little exercise, go to my second to last day of work, make good food choices, come home and do a little more exercise and call it a day.
Um. Let's just say this: EPIC FAIL
For starters I waited too long to take my pain meds and not be a complete zombie the next morning. So for the first time in about 3 weeks I was falling asleep on my own. Add that to the fact that I had taken a 2 hour nap earlier in the day, and yeah...I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I tossed and turned, got up to pee a bajillion times, and literally groaned out loud when my alarm sounded at 5 a.m. Oh, this isn't starting off well.
I finally dragged myself out of bed with my schedule already completely obliterated. Then when I was finally ready to head out the door I walked out sans lunch box, in which I had planned to pack smart food choices for breakfast and lunch. I was headed to Starbucks anyway for my favorite drink on the planet (Venti Shaken Green Iced Tea, no syrup, extra ice...caffeine with 0 calories, Yay!), so I decided to grab something from there. (The protein plate btw is not too shabby) (I also had a small snack of peanut butter and crackers late a.m.)
So I get to work, completely frustrated at my lack of progress on my plan. We get to chatting about our long weekend and the conversation turns to lunch for the day. One of my co-workers is from out of town, so we've been trying to expose her to as much "Lodi food" as possible. So we decided to visit one of my favorite Mexican food places in town. I thought for sure that I would be able to hold it down. (Have I mentioned the EPIC FAIL?) My lunch itself (guacamole tostada lunch plate) would have been just fine, but then I went ahead and plowed through the chips and salsa AND ordered gravy and cheese (yes, it is as heavenly as it sounds) AND I ate the tortilla on the side (DOH!) My one saving grace is that I didn't indulge in the ice cream/candy store that resides next to the restaurant (though it was honestly more about the "Cash Only" sign then it was about my will power).
Then friend Dee calls me when she's on her way home from work and asks if I'd like to join her for Happy Hour at our favorite sushi place. She makes mention of taking a walk around the block after we're done, so that rationalizes it enough for me and I head out. I had some edamame instead of tempura, a piece of gyoza and only one piece of the mushroom bomb. Oh, and a raw oyster (it tasted like the ocean!) And I brought most of my rolls home with me. And we didn't make our post-sushi Baskin Robbins run that we usually do. Oh, but the walk around the block...So didn't happen.
So I know I said EPIC FAIL, but I guess the fact that I've yet to eat ice cream today, kept myself in check for the most part at sushi, and brought home most of my dinner is a (tiny) victory.
There's always tomorrow, right?
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