Off site, off track
"At lunch I will open my boxed lunch, drink my tiny bottle of water, eat my itsy bag of carrots, partake of my overstuffed sandwich. I will try not to eat the bag of chips. I will put my cookie and/or candy bar into the center of the table for grabs. I will not grab for the other cookies and candy bars that are deposited there."
Ok - so I did open my boxed lunch, I did drink my bottle of water. There were no carrots, but there was an apple. A tiny box-lunch-sized Red Delicious. And I did eat it. Score one point. I ate my sandwich, which, thankfully was not overstuffed but appropriately sized. I ate the bag of chips. Subtract one point. I took a bite of the cookie and then threw it out. It wasn't very good. If the chocolate chips had been embedded in regular cookie vs peanut butter cookie, I probably would have consumed the entire thing. But it wasn't so I didn't. Score one point (it's results, not intent, that matters). At the mid-afternoon break, I inhaled a second bag of chips, subtract one point, and a Hershey's chocolate bar, subtract another one. So at the end of the day, I left the offsite down by one and really needing to pee because I used the scheduled breaks during the day to catch up on email instead of use the bathroom. TMI, I know, but these are the weird trade offs I make on a daily basis that affect my life in odd ways. I don't want to hear it so shut up already.
On the PLUS side - I exercised. And cleared another mental hurdle. Wednesdays are low motivation days for exercising because I work from 8am to 7pm in order to be able to accommodate conference calls with people in Europe (8am) and Asia (6pm). To make up for it I do try to force myself to leave work early on Fridays and am successful about 65% of the time. But by 7pm on Wednesday I'm pretty mentally drained and just looking forward to coming home, hanging out with Tim and Bobbin, and relaxing. Usually I use the fact that I worked until 7pm as an excuse for not exercising; claiming to myself that I "need a break" despite the fact that my work consists of me sitting on my butt in front of a computer most of the day. Sometimes Wednesdays are also extra hard on the exercise routine because Bobbin doesn't get to bed 'til later. Either she or I (or both of us) will end up putting off bedtime in favour of playing or cuddling extra long to make up for the fact that I got home late. Not a good habit I know - but sometimes it's what we need... I need. And when that happens it usually leads to my "well, it's too late now" excuse for not exercising.
But today Bobbin stuck to our usual time line without a fuss, and at 7:55pm I marched myself straight downstairs and did what has become my regular workout - 30 minutes on the elliptical while watching The Daily Show, followed by balancing and stretching with my exercise ball to The Colbert Report.
So I didn't completely fall off the wagon today. I'm hanging on with one hand. My other is still clutching the wrapper from the Hershey bar.
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