Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Tuesdays Are Free Days...

I can't work out every day. Well, I can. But I won't. Tuesday is my day to visit my shrinky dink (You didn't think I got this insightful all on my own, did ya??) and go to my college class (more on that later). I get all crabby and overwhelmed at the thought of adding even one tiny thing to Tuesdays. Call me names, if you like, but I am taking Tuesdays off from the whole workout thing.

Why am I going on and on about this? Well, because after that college class (see, I told you it would come back up) we go out and get a bite to eat. Well, a bite may be a little bit of an underestimation. It is closer to a week's worth of bites. I do really well in my quest to eat appropriate amounts of food all week, and then after class on Tuesdays I eat my weight in chips and salsa and follow it with a mega-entree chaser. It is like social drinking - only it's eating - and even though I am *not* hungry and it is 9 o'clock at night, I keep putting food into my mouth until I want to puke from feelings of stuffation!

Now, if I spent the rest of the evening thinking thoughts like, "Wow! Dinner was yummy! I am so glad I ate it, " it wouldn't be a problem. But I am thinking, "Damn it! I feel like I am going to burst! And I bet those chips had 1000 calories in them, and let's not even discuss the "nutritional value" of what I ate. It will take me two weeks to undo that meal..."

Stop it. Enough, already.

So, I recognize that I am eating food for a reason other than nourishment. Luckily it is in a very specific situation in which I have some control. It is time that I rethink how I approach after class eating. My action steps are:
  1. I will go to the restaurant's website and see what options are on the menu that make better sense.
  2. I will pick out two or three options to keep in mind for future weeks' outings.
  3. I will eat only when I am actually hungry, and not just because there is a pile of food sitting in front of me.
  4. I will remember that there is nothing wrong with ordering a dish of broccoli. I happen to really like broccoli.

Oh, I did see a 174.5 on ye ole scale this morning. As you are already aware, I did not work out today, but I did complete a 50 minute run to nowhere on the elliptical trainer yesterday. So, workout 27/200 is in the bag. All-in-all things are actually going very well in the fitness department.

Soap Box of the Day: I was hanging out at Brenna's site this evening and she turned me on to a little study done on W*lmart's impact on all of us. I knew I hated shopping there: I literally get lost and can't find my way back out, and have sworn for years that they use mind control to prevent me leaving before I spend $300 on plastic crap. But this seals it. They officially suck*, and I can say that without fear of retaliation because there is a study to prove it. See, I am in college, (I warned you that you would hear more about this!) and in college you learn all about the importance of having a study to prove things before they can be asserted as fact.

*Suck is a technical term. For those unfamiliar with the jargon, please see www.dictionary.com.

1 comment:

Roly Poly Girl said...

I love W*lmart as an expletive. Seriously, though, not far from truth.