Today at jazzercise the lady at the counter told me it was my 141st class since Jan. 1. Google told me today is the 257th day of the year.
So I worked out 141 days out of 257. I think it works out to be almost 4 times a week, on average.
And that is in addition to two long hiking trips, several day hikes, almost daily dog walks, two 5k races, a handful of training runs, and weekly meeting my friend to do the elliptical and chat.
Practice makes perfect, right?? I had lunch at my Grandma’s (Wednesday tradition) and my mom had prepared a fix-your-own-fajita-type lunch, and it was completely delicious, but I had a very modest portion and just acknowledged that it was delicious and also acknowledged that that didn’t mean I had to eat a million servings.
I think I did good at lunch yesterday too, I had a rather exciting lunch date and still managed to stop eating when I’d had enough.
I realize this makes me sound totally crazy - most of the population probably has no problem with this, or would find the idea of eating until you’re stuffed totally revolting, but that was just how I rolled, and I feel like I’m finally breaking out of it.
I am reading this book by the Skinnygirl lady Bethenny - the book is at home and I don’t recall the title. But there was one line in it that I need to take a picture of - it said something along the lines of “Give yourself permission to stop carrying around this extra weight as baggage.”
At some point before I return that book to the library, I’ll take a picture of the profound line that I no doubt mis-phrased. But it was really impactful to me.
I’m having some personal relationship issues that I’m not comfortable talking about here…but I really need to vent!
So the hard part has been talking myself into stopping eating more (after a reasonable portion), because I’m in such a habit of eating a lot of food, the awesome part has been realizing that I stay full as long, and I’m never uncomfortable/bloated.
Today my husband and I were at a chipotle-like place and I ate less than half and packaged up the rest.
Off to work out. Happy Labor Day!