Worked from home today as I seem to have come down with a headcold. A minor one, but still enough to knock me out for 2 hours this afternoon.
Was a surprisingly productive day, considering it was done from my kitchen table through a headfog and included a long skype call with my parents (yay!!) (Finally, they’re back in the country! It’s not that I worry, really, when they’re gone, but I like knowing we’re on the same general landspace.)
Obviously, I am not going to the gym today, which…I think…is a good thing. I didn’t take a break on the weekend, and with yesterday being a holiday, I went in the late morning (note to self: if you go at 12:30pm instead of 11:30am, you will run into FAR fewer people — how come you haven’t learned that yet??) and my body hurts. Needs a break.
Which brings me to the main point of this post:
Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras, has long been a day of final indulgences prior to the 40 days of Lent. As well, a day of confession. For me, it was the indulgence of sleep and reflection upon the indulgences of the weekend. Ohhh….the indulgences. It was like Denver all over again.
I think I’m seeing a pattern.
I do “so well” during the week and then binge on the weekend. But not for just one meal or even one day. No, this starts on Friday afternoon and goes to Monday morning (or evening, if said Monday is a holiday). I think I need to find some balance in my diet. Seeing the scale this morning was a major shock. I truly hope it’s mostly water weight. (and also? i am ALWAYS hungry when I overload on carbs. It’s annoying.)
I will not write out what I ate here; it won’t be that sort of confessional, because honestly, it’s embarrassing.
It’s enough to say that it was Denver: Part Deux. Instead, I’m going to try a different approach this week and include more carbs daily so that I’m not so tempted to binge on the weekends. This cannot be healthy.
Here’s to the learning process!