Yesterday, I threw myself a little pity party when I walked in the house after work. Truth be told, the pity really started about 4:00 p.m. and continued through my walk to the bus stop, the bus ride home, the walk to my house, and right on through the kitchen door, petting Smudge, hugging Dave, and whining that “I don’t feel like making dinner… wah.“
My complaints covered all facets of a modern girl’s life: work, friends, family, public transportation, and, yes, this damned October clean-up. All the maturity I displayed last week – “While gnashing my teeth, I’m also remembering how much I enjoyed my trip and recognizing, as gently as possible, that I have only myself to blame for my current misery.” – dissolved into childish tears.
This was the big finish of my pouty diatribe: “I’ve been eating clean for a whole week now [sniff] and nothing is any different!” [pout, arms folded across chest]
Um, yeah. That’s a lie.
Sleep: Pre-cleanup, I was waking up around 4:00 a.m. every morning. Now I’m sleeping soundly all night until my alarm goes off – and this morning, I enjoyed that awesome experience of waking up two minutes before the alarm. Love that!
|sugar monster from Herb Companion|
Cravings: Pre-cleanup, the Sugar Monster stalked me all day. He whispered seductively to me at my desk and told me lies like “One bite of a mini-Snickers won’t hurt.” Now my cravings are gone, and I’m content to a few almonds as a treat with my perfectly-dino-chow snack or meal. Today I brought snap peas as “dessert” for my lunch.
Workouts: My first post-Prague workout was Monday, and it was very rough to face the clock, the dumbbells, and the plyo box. The pushups in the warmup nearly did me in. At today’s workout, I felt energized and optimistic. Our WOD included cleans and snatches – and I was delighted to find I could snatch 55# this morning, the exact same weight I used in a workout in August. My legs were a little creaky on air squats, and pushups were Hard, but I didn’t backslide as much as I thought during my month of hedonism. Now that my diet is cleaned up, all systems are firing much better.
Mood: Pre-cleanup, I was sad (to leave Prague), overwhelmed (to think about re-engaging with healthy habits), and moody (the transition from sugar-energy to fat-energy is never pretty). After my mini-meltdown last night – and some pretty badass TLC from Dave – I woke up energized and feeling optimistic about the remaining three months of 2010.
Belly: Oh! The little round belly. In my imagination for the last two weeks, I’ve been a ‘big girl’ again. My internal picture of myself can easily revert to one from four years ago or, when it’s really bad, 20 years ago. Last night, I sat on the couch and affectionately poked my belly with a forefinger: “boing! boing!” But this morning, I put on a cute dress and my favorite boots, assessed myself in the mirror and thought, “Not too bad.” I’m sure it’s just exercise-induced euphoria, but my belly doesn’t seem to be sticking out as much as it was last week, and I’ll take that.
In case you’re interested, here’s the workout we did this morning:
8 Romanian deadlift, lower for 4-count, up for 1 (55#)
2 power clean + 5 press, up for 3-count, lower for 1 (55#)
[I've never done Romanian DL before; they were fun. And oh! I love presses!]
2 power snatch (55#)
:30 air squats
:30 jump rope
[I could definitely feel the month off during the air squats, but the snatches felt AWESOME.]
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