Suffice it to say, this week has started out less than stellar. I had an excellent weekend away at my old college town, reliving the college experience and quickly learning that I am not in college anymore (my body protested after some serious binging). My eating choices were less than stellar; however, I could have done a lot worse, honestly. The worst thing I ate was a drunk helping of chili cheese fries – the rest of my meals were filled with deli sandwiches and organic local food. But, this week has started off with quite the bing-bang-fuck-you as far as my own personal life is concerned, which leaves me feeling pretty shitty, and in no mood to come up with creative recipes to try during week two of my food experiment.
I”m left with a pretty boring lunch today – green beans, salad and tuna from a can. Not exactly the mouth-watering chicken taco chili I was savoring last week, and definitely not worthy of any photo documentation. I’ve laid out chicken and cut up some peppers tonight, so I’m going to experiment when I get home, lest I fall asleep in front of the tv and forget to eat dinner (sounds good right about now). I’m also training someone new at work – which is great as far as office productivity is concerned, but staying busy all day leaves little time for snacking. My personal dilemmas are also not leaving me with much of an appetite… basically, I’m just a whiny bitch this week, and my eating experiment is suffering as a result.
I did do some evaluation after last week’s first round and decided that I’m going back to tracking on Weight Watchers. I continue to pay for an online membership and I’m not utilizing it like I should be (online is super inexpensive too – if you think you can hold yourself accountable, I highly recommend it). I felt like I was eating too much, and I think tracking my foods – however healthy they may be, is going to be the ticket to losing weight. So far, I have tracked everything from yesterday and today (we’re pretending chili cheese fries night did not happen, obviously), and it’s been helpful. I am, however, completely bummed to learn that my no-whip, no-fat venti mocha from Starbucks is far too many points for one to be consuming just for some morning bliss and energy. I’ll stick to my black coffee and fruit from now on.
Anyway, I’m totally fighting an inner battle with this Ohio weather lately. It’s not anywhere in my intentions (or my best interest) to be so gloomy about the gloom, but I can feel myself in a funk because of it and I can’t snap out of it. Seasonal affective disorder at its finest, I know. It makes all the low points seem even lower, and all the high points are stifled by the clouds. There is some subconscious process my mind goes through in the winter – I’m less spirited, less enthused about normal happenings, and definitely less impressed with anything life has to offer me while it’s anything below 65 degrees outside. Coupled with life’s curve balls that are obviously spontaneous and unpredictable in and of itself, it makes for a pretty shitty funk that we SAD kids find ourselves stuck in until Spring makes its official debut. The spontaneous weeks of warm weather are wildly unexpected and definitely pretty fantastic, but it makes the cold slumps that seem inevitable in Ohio so much more miserable.
Clearly, all I’m doing is complaining today. My trainer is going to be mildly miffed today when he learns I haven’t eaten worth a damn, nor do I possess any energy to max out my PT session. Oh, and I also have a 2 mile run this weekend and I probably can’t even jog two miles. Crazy to imagine, given that I completed a half marathon last month.
Seriously, sunshine. Please come and stay forever. I should probably just move.