So yesterday morning I wanted to do the C25K training. I
have not been doing it the way it is intended, I more so have just been using
it once or twice a week to change up my exercise routine. I woke up not feeling so great and kind of
light headed with a head ach. I ate some cereal and let myself wake up a bit
and went for the jog/walk. The first 60 seconds of jogging I was able to do it,
but every time after that I just couldn’t. My legs felt so heavy and I could
not catch my breath. It was very humid outside and I choose to do the jog on
Ohio Ave which has two small hills. (I am used to running on a flat track.)
Needless to say it was horrible, I felt horrible, and it
really messed with my head. I quit the training with 13 minutes left to go and
just walked home.
About 30 minutes after I got home I felt good, I mean I was
still able to burn over 200 calories and what I did complete was still better
then doing nothing right?
I was on point all day with my eating and was going to a
friend’s house to hang out last night and I knew I wanted at least one glass of
wine. Before I left I added up my WW points thinking I would be all set because
MFP told me I still had tons of calories left. When I did the math I only had 1
WW point left over but MFP told me I had 250 calories left which would have
been enough for 1 ½ glasses.
This annoyed me and I think I may be giving WW a rest and just
sticking to MFP. I feel MFP is a little
more accurate and doing two programs can get tiresome sometimes.
Anyway between the bad run in the morning and the discrepancy
between my food allowance I ended up drinking the entire bottle of wine, as
well as multiple handfuls of pretzels, cheese and crackers, and a few chips and
salsa. Oh and three beers. I COMPLETLEY
LOST CONTROLL. Once I was drunk I got very upset and I feel like I lost my
spark. I have had such a positive attitude since May and I have not had any
major setbacks. I know I was on point all day and it was really only a 5hr span
of time that I went out of control, but it still brought tears to my eyes (the
alcohol may had helped that happen).
I just feel like my head was in the wrong direction
yesterday. I found myself having multiple thoughts yesterday about eating like
I used to and not caring how many calories it was. I contemplated not
exercising from the moment I woke up and started making excuses, which I can
honestly say I have not done once since May.
All in all yesterday was a horrible day mentally for me and
I am so thankful we all get second chances. I woke up this morning telling
myself we all make mistakes. It is not the setbacks that define us, it is what
we do after the set back. If you fall down, all that matters is what you do
next. Do you stay on the ground and say screw it, or do you get up wipe yourself
off and say I am ready to go again. I know my hard work for the past four
months is not down the shitter just because of one bad night and I plan on
working very hard to get back on track.
I am making a goal to not have any alcohol for a full two
weeks. Alcohol is defiantly a problem for me, because once I have a nice buzz
on I want to eat everything, on top of
the unnecessary calories I am consuming from the booze I add all those salty
fatty snacks on top of it and that’s just bad news bears.
I wanted to write this post to show I am just as human as
everyone else and we all have bad days. I also wanted to write this to hold
myself accountable for my actions last night and document my feelings so I can
read back on this and know I don’t want to be in this place again.
I am working today so all my food is here and it is all my
usual foods. I also plan on doing 30-45 minutes on the crazy machine at the
gym. No cheating tonight and NO
DRINKING. Tonight is college football and tomorrow is the first Sunday for the
NFL. I am a HUGE football fan and this will be tough, but I think last night
really helped smack my ass into shape and I will be able to stay strong this
weekend.
Sorry for such a long post but thank you for reading.
Have any of you had a
major setback or a horrible day of eating that was unplanned? What did you do,
what were your thoughts or feelings when this happened?