Unlike most people, my least favorite day of the week in Sunday. Weird right? But that’s only because I devide my weekend up into two parts. Usually on Saturday I chill, rest and relax. Very little is planned for the day, so I pretty much go with the flow and do as I like. Sunday on the other hand, is a different story. Sunday is the day I tackle all those pesky little tasks that people hate doing, all the random chores you leave for “another day”. And believe it or not I don’t mind that part of Sunday. I love feeling productive and getting things done. What I do mind is when all of that gets done and I am left wondering what to do. I’ve already relaxed enough, and I have nothing more to do. I’m pretty much just counting the hours till the new week starts and I can get on with the usual routine and work schedule. I admit I am a bit of a work-a-holic, but I’ve accepted that by now.
Veering off topic I had a rough night last nigh. I ended up working out yesterday and boy did it feel great. I don’t work out much these days, at least not in the very conventional sense of the word (more on this in an upcoming post), so I get an awesome adrenellin high when I do. It’s almost hard to stop. Anyhow after working out I just wasn’t hungry, like AT ALL! I knew I needed to refuel some, especially since I’m normally a snacker and my blood sugar levels drop at a crazy speed. So I ate a little bit of cereal (1/4 cup maybe), some yogurt and a small apple. It’s all my stomach could really handle, so I felt fine about that amount.
The problem was that I hadn’t eaten much during the day either. When dinner rolled around I was hungry, but I didn’t have much of an appetitie. So I ate something small and expected to be set for the evening.
No way! My appetite turned into a full fledged monster and I just couldn’t get full. I continued snacking all throughout the evening and didn’t feel so great afterwards :(. Of course I should have known better then thinking I could work out without properly refueling my body, and then expect not to pay the consequences. Still, I went to bed in not the best of spirits.
I woke up still somewhat bloated and feeling less then stellar. To top it off I was having bad body image day, so that didn’t make things any better. A while back I would have used my feelings as an excuse to restrict my food intake in order to try to “make up” for all the snacking I had done. But would that be the right coping mechanism?
Nope, so I moved on! It was hard, it still is hard, to ignore the negative voices inside my head. But instead of letting this experience be a negative one it opened my eyes to some bad habits I’ve fallen into lately. I’ve taken to drinking coffee when I feel a lack of energy instead of eating, not eating enough calorie dense foods, not mindfully eating etc. So here are my resolutions for the week.
- Drink less coffee. I love this stuff, but only so much is good for you, then it becomes detrimental. Especially when you trade food for coffee.
- Eat more fats. Time to stock up on my nut butters and start using them! Somewhere down the line I stopped doing this, although I know it’s the secret to me staying full and energized.
- Enjoy more meal times with the family. So often I just retreat to my room and eat so I can keep working on whatever I need to. I deserve to take a break to enjoy my foods.
- Refuel properly after work out – quality carbs and protein people, and eat enough throughout the day.
- Smile and say one positive thing about yourself each and every day.