Thank you all for your awesome emails and comments since my post yesterday. It is good to know that I am not alone. After I posted that blog, I was chatting with one of my San Diego besties, Life Coach Carrie, and she made me pinky promise with her that we would do better and be better to ourselves. Now, a pinky promise was a bit of a logistical impossibility 3,000 miles away, but you get the idea. I like to honor my pinky promises.
(Me and Life Coach Carrie, January 2012. Crazy TRX workout. My core is STILL sore from that workout.)
EIGHT POUNDS UP? I swear to you, I almost crashed it against the wall.
Even though I damn well knew that I was easily carrying 10 pounds of clothing, food, salt and water and that in order to have accurate results, you must weigh at the same time each day and under the same circumstances (e.g., take the bricks out of your pockets and don’t weigh carrying your child).
I know these things. I emailed Ilana (my nutritionist) and she talked me off the ledge. Anyway, I put the scale away after that. And I felt a huge sense of relief again. (Read THIS POST about hiding your scale if you haven’t and let me know what you think…)
Today, I am stronger than I was yesterday (cue Kelly Clarkson: WhatDoesn’t Kill You Makes You Stonger!) I wasn’t so great yesterday. Anyway, I have eaten well. I will eat well for dinner. (Positive Affirmations! Full food disclosure: protein smoothie, banana, apple, salad with almonds so far today).
This morning, I completed my workout in its entirety. I swam in the outdoor pool (ahhhhh). I swam for 2000 meters, and then I swam for 450 more. I didn’t wimp out.
I am trying to spend more time thinking like my daughter. If she spoke eloquently, I imagine this coming out of her, like the E*Trade baby: Get it together, Mom. Just put on your pearls and bring your backup jewelry along for the ride. A touch of color gives us perspective.
I know many of you are racing/spectating, so listen up! We are having a Swim Bike Mom lunch event after the race. If you are interested in coming and meeting your ATL area Iron Girls and hanging out with us, please email me here and let me know so I can include you on the details list! No, you do not have to be a mom.
I hope to see you guys on the course. I will be the one walking the 5k because I am not cleared to run. So slap me on the rear end and say, “Hi Swim Bike Mom!”