Food: the New Workout
I am walking a fine line between being kind to myself, saying nice things to the woman in the mirror… and accepting and condoning lazy, pitiful behaviors.
I need to stop eating garbage. Yes, I need to lose 4,000,832 pounds. Yes, I need to stop being so impatient with myself. But I am really making excuses, and I’m tired of it.
We all slip up with our diets, our workouts, our tempers. How do we stop the bad behaviors from spiraling out of control?
|Sweaty from lunchtime workout. My favorite time of day because this is when the co-workers ask:
1) Have you been crying?
2) Why are you so RED?
3) How DO you have time to workout with all this WORK
that has to be done around here?
I recently started Chrissie Wellington’s new book, A Life Without Limits (review to come soon….so far, awesome). Me and ole CW have a few things in common. [No, not our fast and mad running skilz. I know that was your first thought.]
Food is my fuel and I am filling my tank with poop-sicles.
Triathlon clicked with me when I realized that progress from training was amazing, steady and directly proportional to the work that I put into it. The realization that I simply needed to do the work, day by day, was a big and big dividend-paying revelation. That as long as I took each workout and completed it, one day at a time, I would eventually find myself crossing a 70.3 finish line. And I was right.
Starting back into training again is wonderful. I am semi-scared, to be honest. But as I did 35 minutes on the dreaded elliptical (4 week countdown to running), plus abs, I had the same realization again: I must just do the workouts, day by day and keep going, to get me to Augusta 70.3.
|Delicious organic carrots! Seriously. Delicious.|
As I realized that my training would continue to be a slow, steady gain, I thought about my food back at the office. I made a tangible mind-stomach connection:
Like my training, I need to take my meals one step at a time. Complete every “good” meal like a workout, plan for the next one, applaud and move on. If I have a bad workout, I don’t beat myself up (too badly). I need to play the same workout game …only with food.
Maybe if I flip my mind around to fueling efficiently and smartly, then this binger might turn into something slimmer. Good golly, I hope so.