First off, Chicago was awesome. Fantastic, wonderful, amazing, etc, etc, etc. I sort of stuck with my travel plans, I guess, but mostly I just did what I wanted. It was delicious. And not the unhealthiest weekend in the land, by any means.
But Ugh. I haven’t eaten my standard Sarah Meal Plan or exercised my standard Sarah Exercise Plan since Thursday, and this is how I feel right now:
Lazy
Unmotivated
Fat (as in gigantic)
Grumpy
Tired
Caffeine-Powered
Couch-potato-esque
Stupid
Boring
Not psyched for the day ahead of me
Taking the time to recognize that the lazy feelings of I-Just-Want-To-Sit-On-The-Sofa-And-Watch-Bravo-Marathons-And-Eat-Cereal-All-Day-Long after a few days away from the typical routine of healthy living stuff is important for me, so I thought I’d share the process on here.
Right now I would much rather continue to eat what’s convenient rather than prepare food. I would much rather be a lazy butt than put on my running shoes. I’m mad at winter for existing and not wanting me to exercise outside in warm sunshine, so want to use that as an excuse to not exercise until April. Whine Whine Whine Stomp Stomp Stomp take a nap eat cheesecake. I don’t even like cheesecake all that much.
My body is lacking the feel-good stuff that it typically has when I’m treating it well – of course I feel unmotivated and lazy. I haven’t eaten my standard Sarah Meal Plan or exercised my standard Sarah Exercise Plan since Thursday. Before getting my act together with this health stuff a few years ago, I must have always felt this miserable. I’ll never stop being amazed with the interplay between treat your body and how you feel mentally.
I haven’t been out-of-control-stuff-face by any means (however, I did eat a mini pack of my former love, Mini Cadbury Eggs—they weren’t as glorious as I imagined them to be, which is good, since easter candy will be on the shelves until the end of April). And I haven’t been idle, either (there was a lot of walking this weekend). I just feel off because I haven’t been treating my body 100%. And, since I feel off, it’s really flipping hard to start up the routines again. ‘cause I don’t wanna.
But now, after a sleepy stumble through the grocery store yesterday, I have a kitchen full of the good stuff, so it’ll be easy to eat what I need to eat. I slept for a beautiful 12.5 hours last night, so I no longer am a zombie. I just need to hold on and force the good choices until 1:00 today, when it’s Killer Fitness Class time. Breaking a sweat will bring back the Go-Sarah-Go-You’re-Strong-and-Healthy-and-HURRAH feelings. Soon, making healthy choices will be the easiest thing in the world. And BAM—back on track. Everything is in place for a healthy and wonderful day. I just wish I could fast-forward about six hours so that I can feel now how I will feel later today. Because right now, I want to eat a gigantic corn muffin and I don’t want to exercise. Ever.
Moral of the story? Since I’m not feeling strong and healthy right now, it’s really easy to forget what it’s like to feel strong and healthy, so it’s really hard to act like I’m strong and healthy. Realizing that the reason I don’t feel motivated to get back on track is because my head is messed up from not being on track is what is forcing me back on track. Does that make sense? I have no idea.
The mental battle of getting back on track stinks and is often only won when one forces herself to stop being stupid and freaking make the right healthy decisions. Knowing how great I will feel in six hours is what is pushing me back to my routines.
Six hours from now, high on endorphins and grape tomatoes, I will read this is and laugh.
Life Lived Healthfully 