Back To Reality
If you have been following along, you know we survived NYC!!! Actually we fell in love with the city, and I threatened to move there. Kira shut that down with the quickness. My food choices were not great, and I never really expected them to be. That cost me, of course, but not just in a few gained pounds. It cost me in how I FEEL. Here's the thing. I have said I don't want to follow "food rules" per say, but when you are a disordered eater, you need some rules, and I was fooling myself in not admitting that. Even the loose ones of "only eating good wholesome food," "eating only when I am hungry," "stopping when I am full" etc. were pretty much thrown out the window on this trip, and I did it deliberately. I was embarking on a long two day drive to a place I had never driven before, and I just did not want to have to think too hard about my food choices. I will say that I never binged, simply because there was no time to do that, and certainly no money. I am pretty sure only rich people can binge eat in NYC. On our way up, we stopped when we got hungry, which was really not too often, and we stopped at restaurants of convenience, meaning they had to have a restroom, and occasionally a gas station close by. I am all about the killing two birds with one exit. We did drive thru breakfasts, and ate amazing $6 lunches at a Shoney's. I'm not kidding. Some of the best fried chicken I have ever had. We enjoyed plenty of pizza, and I did not regret any of that. There were no outstanding desserts to be had, because we just didn't have time to look for a place, and I do regret that. We had that gelato at Eately, but I wanted something more decadent in New York. I guess I will look for that next trip. Kira gave no indication that she is leaving the city anytime soon, so I figure we can do a food tour type of trip next time.
Back to how I currently feel. Aside from the cold that descended on me yesterday afternoon, I feel sluggish and my insides have been complaining. If you no longer have a gall bladder, you know what I am talking about and I don't have to get into the ugly of that. My system needs to be put back in order, and that means I need to insert some rules. More veggies, less carby breads, and definitely no more processed sugary snacks. More water, less DC, and more sleep. I am hitting the reset button today. I tried to hit it yesterday, but fatigue from the trip led to lazy eating. Now I am fighting this cold, and all I want is comfort food, but since comfort food is NOT broccoli and salad greens, I will have to find comfort in my bed later.
In my second post, I mentioned the evil of the scale in that you can think you are doing so great, and then you step on the scale and it tells you something completely different. That can work the other way as well. You step on the scale and see a mere 3 pound gain, but you feel as if you have gained 10, because your system is all out of whack, you didn't drink enough water, you didn't get enough sleep, and that bloat is calling your name. That is how I feel right now. Soooooo, I am ditching the scale and using my clothing as a guide. I will no longer post what the scale says. I did not even get on it this morning. What I did instead was to find my tightest workout outfit, or athleisure outfit for those of us who SAY we are going to workout, but really just wear the clothes around the house to do anything but. I have pair of yoga pants, and I can't get into a downward dog to save my life. Warrior Pose? How about Recliner Pose...….in an actual recliner, holding the TV remote.
I put my outfit on, and took a front facing and side facing photo. In reality, I took about 10 of these photos before I decided on these two. I wanted to show it all, and because I have darker colored clothing, I had to adjust the lighting, and contrast on my phone, and I had to clean the bathroom mirror, lol. I also decided to put on my makeup and fix my hair and SMILE, because I hate those before and after photos where the fatty is miserable and frowny faced in the before photo and then looks practically angelic in the after. I mean, I don't like how I look, but this is who I am right now, and I need to embrace it. I don't go through life miserable looking or frowny faced, and if I do, please call me out, because I do have that "resting B face" all the millennials talk about, so there are times I have to check myself.
I will post updates of how I look in these clothes every Thursday, but instead of that being the photo that shows up on FB, I will post something a little less revealing. I chose this first one from my photo library. Pretty sure I was checking out my home hair dye job and trying to look whimsical.
Sorry about the cleavage there, and I promise I was not actively driving when I took that photo. Vehicle lighting in the most unforgiving of all lighting.
I had to brighten this up because of the dark clothing, and I want you to see me in all my gloriousness, which means I look a bit pasty.
Also, this is a "no wash" hair day, so it looks about as bad as I currently feel.
There they are. Not much left to the imagination there, and I am okay with that. I did pull the band of the leggings as far up as they would go, because I am not an animal. Otherwise ya'll know me. What you see is what you get, and there is no reason to pretend I have less than what I have.
Later.
Back to how I currently feel. Aside from the cold that descended on me yesterday afternoon, I feel sluggish and my insides have been complaining. If you no longer have a gall bladder, you know what I am talking about and I don't have to get into the ugly of that. My system needs to be put back in order, and that means I need to insert some rules. More veggies, less carby breads, and definitely no more processed sugary snacks. More water, less DC, and more sleep. I am hitting the reset button today. I tried to hit it yesterday, but fatigue from the trip led to lazy eating. Now I am fighting this cold, and all I want is comfort food, but since comfort food is NOT broccoli and salad greens, I will have to find comfort in my bed later.
In my second post, I mentioned the evil of the scale in that you can think you are doing so great, and then you step on the scale and it tells you something completely different. That can work the other way as well. You step on the scale and see a mere 3 pound gain, but you feel as if you have gained 10, because your system is all out of whack, you didn't drink enough water, you didn't get enough sleep, and that bloat is calling your name. That is how I feel right now. Soooooo, I am ditching the scale and using my clothing as a guide. I will no longer post what the scale says. I did not even get on it this morning. What I did instead was to find my tightest workout outfit, or athleisure outfit for those of us who SAY we are going to workout, but really just wear the clothes around the house to do anything but. I have pair of yoga pants, and I can't get into a downward dog to save my life. Warrior Pose? How about Recliner Pose...….in an actual recliner, holding the TV remote.
I put my outfit on, and took a front facing and side facing photo. In reality, I took about 10 of these photos before I decided on these two. I wanted to show it all, and because I have darker colored clothing, I had to adjust the lighting, and contrast on my phone, and I had to clean the bathroom mirror, lol. I also decided to put on my makeup and fix my hair and SMILE, because I hate those before and after photos where the fatty is miserable and frowny faced in the before photo and then looks practically angelic in the after. I mean, I don't like how I look, but this is who I am right now, and I need to embrace it. I don't go through life miserable looking or frowny faced, and if I do, please call me out, because I do have that "resting B face" all the millennials talk about, so there are times I have to check myself.
I will post updates of how I look in these clothes every Thursday, but instead of that being the photo that shows up on FB, I will post something a little less revealing. I chose this first one from my photo library. Pretty sure I was checking out my home hair dye job and trying to look whimsical.
There they are. Not much left to the imagination there, and I am okay with that. I did pull the band of the leggings as far up as they would go, because I am not an animal. Otherwise ya'll know me. What you see is what you get, and there is no reason to pretend I have less than what I have.
Later.
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