I’ve struggled a little with motivation this past week. My schedule has been more hectic than usual and my sleep schedule is off. This means that my gym workouts have suffered in favor of sleep. Tired mind and tired body. Food was good all week, partly because I was too busy and/or tired to think about it. My fridge was stocked with good things, thus it was easy to make good choices.
Last night, however, was a different story. I fell off 13 days straight of controlled eating and into some cheesesticks. We had hubs’ brothers and their families over for poker, and I derailed myself. It wasn’t a binge like I typically would have had. I ate what I put on my plate and didn’t get seconds or thirds. I didn’t eat the ice cream. I passed on chips and salsa, but unfortunately not on chips and french onion dip. I was going to opt for white wine but couldn’t find my corkscrew. What else did I have in my fridge? Champagne. Yep, I had a bottle of champagne. Poppin’ bottles. It’s not like there was peer pressure. I just chose to do it and did it. Hello destructive behavior.
So there’s my confession. Today has been filled with guzzling water and preparing meals. I’ve tried to knock off some of my to-do’s for later this week so I can get to sleep earlier and make my 5:30am workouts. I stumbled, and am dusting myself off.
I believe I can figure it out, and so I will.