Okay, believe it or not, I am actually NOT perfect. Sometimes, I get grumpy, lazy, and I even cheat on my diet…sometimes. I miss the days when I could just eat whatever I wanted and how ever much I wanted. Papa called my “chow hound” and that summed it up. But those days are gone and now I am left to struggle to get down to a better running weight. A weight where I just feel better.
I was doing so well today. I had my morning latte, my JC hot cereal, and even the wretched tasting anytime bar. I like the peanut butter version, but the other bar this week. Yuck. Anyhow, we had a potluck today at work. I have no idea why. Someone said that it was sort of a “last supper” thing.
Well, I had forgotten my contribution so I figured that I just wouldn’t participate. I busied myself in my office. I even had a real problem that I needed to take care. Then, on the way to the copy machine, I was called over to the feast by my new boss. “JU-LIEEE, arn’t you going to eat?” I was caught. You see everyone was sitting there staring at me and there is NO way that they would understand why I am trying to lose weight. They have no idea what lurks beneeth my clothing – the rolls, and bulges.
I tried to stall. I continued with my “urgent” copying needs and struck up a conversation with a girl in data management who also runs. She is training for the Inaugural Disney Half-Marathon…and can go on talking for a LONG time about the trials of training. In my opinion, she needs a blog; but I listened.
I wasn’t off the hook though. We were both being called over after a while. The girl said that she was trying to watch her diet and they let her go with that, but not me. I came over and put two small California Rolls on my plate, some fruit (lots of fruit), and some Chinese Chicken Salad. The people getting up for desert were staring at me as they grabbed the cookies. I piled on some more salad and then some fried chicken things. And I ate it all.
I was doomed. It was good. I went back for more. And I ate two cookies too.
After all of this, I called Tom to figure out which day this weekend I could do my long run. Do you think this could count as carbo loading?
What is worse, the day isn’t over. I have a date with a very cute and charming 7 – 11/12 year old. We are going to dinner and movie! We are going to have hot dogs, and probably candy and popcorn and who knows what else. Ugh. I sure do hate rest days. I’m left with so much more time to struggle with this food stuff.