Well I ate too much at Thanksgiving which is really annoying.
I started the day off strong with a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of coffee and a 4.3 mile run around the neighborhood. GO ME!
Then, it was a scramble to shower, pack up the kid and head over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house.
Nana and Poppa (as my son calls them) live about an hour and a half away. I ate the oatmeal around 8am and that was all I ate. By the time we got to my mother's house, I was STARVING and promptly fell face first into a platter of cheese, olives, crackers and (I'm not proud) potato chips and onion dip.
Oh and what the hell… It's a holiday. Sure. I'll have a
bottle glass of vino please.
I was pretty full by the time the bird flew out of the oven but Thanksgiving is my very fav holiday and there was a no retreat, no surrender thing going on internally and like a good soldier (or a very foolish, slightly sloshed and full of junky food girl), I piled on the mashed, the stuffing, the turkey and I don't even know what else… (well I do know what else but I won't bore you with the
delicious ridiculous details.)
I rolled from the table (thankfully, I didn't clean my plate) but I was mad at myself for eating waaaay past the point of satisfaction which is something I've worked hard to grasp…
Of-course I wasn't angry at myself enough not to roll back to the table 45 minutes later for a little dessert and coffee…
Well. Ya know. What can I say? I'm not proud of myself. But I learned something. Nana and Papa are evil people who tempt me with their goods! Bastards…
Seriously, I learned that I need to never arrive at a festive affair hungry or I'm a goner. I should've had some fruit and yogurt post-run or a half a whole grain muffin with a little peanut butter - something to keep starvation at bay and a little control in pocket.
So the bad news: This was a food fail.
Instead, I came home, drank a ton of water and went to bed.
I also would've never exercised (heaven forbid) on a holiday.
Got up this morning and went to a Weight Watcher meeting like it was confession, cleared my soul and started my healthy life over and followed that with a two mile run. I stopped the bleeding and am carrying on.
For the record - I was up only .2 this week at WW and with long runs coming back and a little focus, I'll take that off by next weigh in.
So I guess it's not so bad after all.
How was your Thanksgiving?