I am back from visiting my family in New Jersey. 🙂 We had a wonderful time doing what we do best: gabbing and noshing!
I love my family so much and hate how far apart we live from each other. The only person missing was my brother — but we’ll see him in 12 days in Korea 🙂
Anyway, we got in way too late for me to even think about blogging last night, so I figured I’d squeeze in a post tonight while my hubby is at class.
From a disordered eating recovery perspective, this weekend was, for all intents and purposes, a delicious carb-fest — and I enjoyed every bite.
I ate doughy rustic bread and salt bagels (my FAVE! “The best bagels come from N.J.” ;)). I enjoyed bites of dessert and sangria and wine.
I just ate everything in moderation and intuitively (well, for the most part intuitively!).
I made good choices: choosing half a bagel (with yogurt and fruit) vs a full bagel; having bread but not pasta; etc. And since I deliberately didn’t bring running shoes, I didn’t exercise one bit Fri., Sat., or Sun.
Tonight, after I finish this post, I’ll get in my first workout in three days. I know it’ll feel great to move.; I felt antsy all day at work just wanting to MOVE.
Lounging on the couch at home just chatting with my family was much-needed and relaxing … but I am ready to bust a move! Since I so rarely take rest days, I don’t feel like three days off will set me back too much from a fitness standpoint. We shall see!
Anyway, I’m glad I was able to loosen up a little and enjoy … but I do need to face some reality. I saw photos of myself and my face is looking particularly chubby at the moment — which I don’t see in the mirror, but do see in photos.
So there is work to be done — but I’m not going to kill myself. I didn’t make my “lose X before Korea” goal, but I felt comfortable and relaxed in my own skin.
My mom even noticed how calm I was around food. She said it’s nice to see me eating whatever I want. The fact that she noticed meant a lot. (My mom’s probably my biggest cheerleader). I told her I’m still keeping track in my head – I can’t turn that off — but I’m not depriving myself. As she noted, I might be tallying in my head, but I’m not talking about it out loud, like I used to.
So yea, I blew through my 35 Flex Points in a single weekend, but I felt calm and at ease with my attitude and my behavior. As I’ve said before, it’s moments like this that make me realize how far I’ve come.
How abou you? How was your weekend? Did you have any big challenges?