When we came home, I was famished, so I ate a burger. Over the course of the day, I also ate some coleslaw, pasta salad, and potato salad. Then I had a huge piece of cake. All the while, i downed doctor pepper, coke, and pepsi out of cans as i pleased. Hey, it was my day off. After the fireworks, the kid (he'd been playing all day) ate two hotdogs, so I had more potato salad and some chips because they were there. Then we went outside to light sparklers and play with the remainder of the glow in the glow sticks.
We didn't go to bed until about 2am. However, at 4am, I heard a faint banging sound. I thought maybe the over-stimulated kid was kicking around, but then the banging got louder. I heard, "Karen! Let me the f**k in!" Since my name is Karen and I have a past history of PTSD, I pounced up and shook my partner awake to find out if it was real. Then I took my exhausted butt on the porch to make sure that nobody was banging on this Karen's door. After about 30 minutes, someone must have called the cops. I don't even know which house it was or I would've proudly called myself. My boyfriend coaxed me back in the house and I struggled to get to sleep.
I woke up at 11am, very late for me, rubbing my bloated stomach and breathing through my mouth. I'm not sure what to blame: all the soda, the extra high carbs, the lack of sleep, or the dramatic change in the weather. I feel ill and guilty for abusing my free day.my body tells me that the best thing for my tummy is some walking on the treadmill, in which case I might as well use my elliptical too. I'm totally thrown off my game today! Maybe I'll go 2.8 mph until I reach .56 of a mile even if it takes 20 minutes and then see how I feel.
I did learn my lessons. I'm NOT going to punish myself for one day. This is a learning process. I've never had a fitness goal before that required exertion.
Lessons:
1) Drink primarily water. "Chug water, sip soda" I always say.
I should listen to myself on that. Walk the walk, you know.
2) Don't eat it just because it's there...especially when there's a lot there to try.
It's like when I buy groceries and want to pick a piece of each thing, but I don't because I know it's wasteful. It also will make me feel sick if I fill my tummy up with a little of everything.
3) Eat for yourself. Nobody else is watching!
I kept thinking that I didn't want people to think I was a nibbler and that was how I stayed in shape, so I slammed it down like shots in a bar. That comparison tells you this is no good to do. I've never been skinny, so I've never thought about feeling like I have to eat more to give a good impression.
4) It's a 'free day,' not a 'free for all.'
As you can see, I'm the kind of person that'd run naked through the streets screaming, "No rules!" at a sleepover. I'm the one who doesn't draw limits until the seemingly-obvious line is slammed into me.
I just hope I've learned my lessons from yesterday. I don't like to wake up feeling like I'm hung over from food. I feel sick and nauseated, like I could absolutely purge if I wasn't worried about burning my esophagus. I've never felt so full like this before. My plan is to go down to my exercise room and try to work this food around. Maybe ere is a potato stuck in my large intestine lol. Maybe all of the carbs will be good for my muscles. I hate to exercise on a full stomach, but I'm not going to skip my exercise for the day because of the food I ate yesterday. I just need to pay the piper in a way I've never had to before. Yes, I think I've definitely learned my lesson.
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