Between the hours of midnight Sunday and 3 PM yesterday, I had 4 Red Bulls.
Between 5pm Thursday night and whenever the J-E-T-S game was over on Sunday, I had copious amounts of alcohol.
I have not been to the gym since Thursday. It didn’t happen when Meggie was here, and since she left Sunday evening, I was nose-to-the-grindstone busy with freelance work.
I am tired, but because I’ve already had a big coffee this morning, I feel a little strung out. I am kinda achy. I’m a little nauseated from all these dehydrating liquids. My stomach is also upset. In short, I feel gross right now. Back in the day, I had this gross feeling often. It’s something I haven’t felt for awhile and don’t want to feel again for quite some time.
I am currently guzzling a GINORMOUS water bottle and heading to the gym at 2 for a session with Joel, after which I’ll do some cardio. (And then get a smoothie from the best cart EVER.)
I love this analogy from one of my new favorite bloggers:
Even if you donâ€™t have a GPS you have probably been in a car at one time with one. If so, then you know what happens when you go the wrong wayâ€¦
Suddenly Tomtom (or whoever is directing you) says,Â â€œWhat the hell you loser?! I told you to go left, why did you go right?! You are stupidâ€¦â€
No. That is not what happens.Â The GPS actually says, “Re-calculating”Â and finds you a new way to your destination.
What do you tell yourself when you go the wrong way on your diet plan? Do you calmly re-calculate and get back on track or do you berate yourself?
I’m recalculating and drinking as much water as I can, heading back to the gym and getting to sleep early tonight after two late nights working and a few late nights partying. I owe it to myself.
I’m glad that, at least for the most part, I ate pretty well this weekend, save for some late-night eats at The Smith the other night and munching on some wings and fries while drinking beer and watching football on Sunday. (Instead, I drank my calories…)