Round 2

Well the weekend was pretty rough. I'm not going to lie. It included a birthday party, which meant party food and birthday cake, and three eating out meals. One of which was pizza, the other a calzone or pasta, and last but not least, an all you can eat buffet. Do you want the good news or the bad news first? I always like the bad news first. So, here ya go.

Bad news is, I had some cake. Good news is, it was more like a bite than a piece, and I had a much smaller meal than normal. Bad news is I had a calzone. Good news, I only ate half. Bad news, the only meat offered was fried, and I had more than one plateful. Good news, I ate mostly salad, and only one piece of fried fish. Bad news ..I had pizza...good news..well there isn't any. By Sunday night I was exhausted and hungry. I mean, I didn't overdo it. Overall I'm noticing that I'm fuller faster because of eating smaller meals all week. So, even though I ate some no-no stuff, overall I think my portions were in line with what they should be.

Truthfully I only feel guilty about one thing. Last night, I was cleaning out my fridge, and the apple fritters that I bought for my uncle this weekend starred me in the face. I decided to throw them out so that they wouldn't be a temptation to me. Go me! Somewhere between the table and the trashcan, a mere three steps, a fritter found it's way to my mouth. I'd like to say that I did it without thinking, but that's not true. I'm being completely honest here, and I'm going to admit this is hard. LOL So, bad news is, I ate something when I wasn't even hungry, and it wasn't in the least bit healthy. I kept telling myself that as soon as I found the apple in this apple fritter, I would stop, but I never found the apple.

Overall it was a rather disappointing splurge. The donut tasted more like a paper towel than a pastry, and there was NO apple to be found. Good news is I didn't finish the whole thing. These were small fritters, about the size of a glazed donut. Not the monster ones I'm used to, and I ate about 2/3 of it. I knew immediately that I needed to confess my sin to someone, so that's what this is I suppose. Forgive me?

One last thing before I go. I worked out Mon-Fri last week, for a total of 11 hours in the gym! I didn't make it Saturday and Sunday because of the extreme week and weekend we had. I also didn't make it yesterday. That I regret. I was just so worn out from last week, that I gave myself an out. I started back with my trainer this morning, who was feeling a little under the weather, so we postponed our workout til Thursday. I did stay and do an hour of cardio, and have plans with a friend to go jogging after work.

This weekend I was a little more ditzy than normal, and did more than a few stupid things. I had several people comment about how I was just starring into outer space. LOL I told them that I had developed a common disease known as "gym brain." When asked to define this phenomenon, I simply explained.."When one spends too many hours of one's life in a gym, with extreme focus on physical exertion and diet, one loses the ability to focus on things outside that realm. Symptoms include confusion, dis-orientation, loss of memory, loss of time, rambling, and random musings. " I know I'm not a medical proffesional, but I'm pretty sure the concensious is that I've contracted this disease. There's no cure, and I'm just hoping for the best. Apparently in four to six weeks we should know if this condition is permanent.