an aura of the inevitable....

Hey guys, late post tonight.
Everything was late tonight.

Well, I had the girl scout meeting tonight. I just wanted the kids to practice, practice, practice those christmas songs.
It's important, that way they don't feel like a deer in headlights when they get up to sing.
At least they'll know the lyrics ;o)

I just wanted to blog a little tonight about that feeling of inevitability.
There are days when you wake up and say, uh oh...I feel a binge coming on.
what do you do when that voice gets in your head.
The voice that says;
One cookie won't matter...
then you eat the cookie....and you think. Well, that wasn't so bad, in fact it was pretty darn good.
You know, I could eat another one and have a smaller dinner.
So you eat another one....but when dinner time comes,you find you are hungry and then you say, hey...
so what's 200 calories....it's just one day.
You string enough of those kinds of days together and you have what is commonly called
a "plateau".
Made all the more hideous by the fact that you felt you were dieting, you felt you were trying.
but somewhere, somehow..some food snuck in under our radar.
It could be something as simple as slacking off on the size of your chicken breasts....not measuring the sugar for your coffee....
You have enough 'bad weigh-ins", you begin to feel as though you are 'swimming up stream'.
You get tired of fighting, and maybe some of you allow the current to carry you back down stream.
10 lbs downstream, 20 lbs downstream....100 lbs downstream....
until you decide to start swimming again.
Swimming upstream requires constant vigilance.
But after a while you develop muscles from all that swimming upstream...
instead of feeling like rapids, it starts feeling like a trickle.
Sure there will be moments when a storm comes, and man do you have to fight.
Maybe you get pushed back a little....but you keep going.
Take tonight.
I missed my workout on Monday,
had a piss poor workout tuesday...
had a much better one on wednesday.
Then there was today....
Anything that could go wrong DID GO WRONG
.
1.) I washed all my workout clothes together...figured I would have enough for the next five days...yeah me! Thinking ahead. I'm a go getter.
I washed them with a tube of lipstick, and then dried them with the same tube of lipstick.
every.single.article was covered in my attractively colored peachy mauve lipstick.

This was at one in the afternoon...

I went to walmart to develop some pictures and pick up some stain remover (and a new tube of lipstick lol) I come back, and put the clothes back in the wash with the stain remover.
Go pick up my daughter from school...
bake some cookies for girl scouts get stuff around...oh crap check the wash for the clothes.
Yeah! all the lipstick came out.
quick in the dryer, downstairs to the girl scout meeting...goes well.
Back home,
2.) but first need to drop off crafts to two of my girls that didn't make the meeting.
I get there at 6:30, and get into a conversation that lasted till 7:00 . I always do this with this particular mom....probably a hint we should hang out. We always have something to talk about.
Home, yeah! No time for dinner, got to go to the gym....
clothes should be dry...

3.)but they aren't
I. DIDN'T. START. THE. DRYER.
I have one bright greeny blue t shirt and the worlds dorkiest sweat pants....no exercise bra.
I pull one WET out of the dryer.
I put it on.
I go to the gym.

4.)I go to go in and realize I left my water bottle in the van. Half of the bottle was filled with water, which is now a frozen chunk of ice...fine, whatever...I will fill it with what water I can...besides, with this wet bra, I need to get inside it is 1 degree.
I go to switch on my armband radio and

5.) ITS DEAD.
I left it on.
So there I am, no water...cold tits, no music.

I go in and hop on arnold...staring blankly ahead watching "so you think you can dance' with no sound. All that hectic gyration and flailing looks ridiculous with no sound.
suddenly I hear

6.)"Oh, shut the hell up!"
It's some guy wearing headphones, watching fox news yelling at a liberal who was talking on a panel on the hannity show. I was pretty sure he was yelling at the liberal, because every time ann coulter would talk, he would laugh.
Now I'm riveted by the nut with the headphones.
(look, I lean right of center, but good brother man...YOU shut the hell up!)

Then this married couple walks in....
He goes to get on the recumbant bike, she on the treadmill.
He gets up and she YELLS: Where are you going?
He's all: It doesn't work...
She Yells: Ask the lady for help.
He: grabs his cell phone and departs.
I am staring at my feet, trying not to laugh..I look up and realize I still have 32 minutes left on this thing.
(I would label that number 7,but in all honesty...these two kept me amused the last half of my workout.)
I look to my right and see glee...which I would love to watch, looks like a great show.
I have no headphones.
wow.
lol.
Look what I was missing by filling my ears with music.
I am buying new batteries tomorrow.
It was a horrible workout.
It was boring, uninspiring...I was tired, and cold...
and I did it anyway.
want to know what kind of aura of inevitablity I have?
Victory.
You can have it too.
Don't let ANYTHING GET IN YOUR WAY.
Not a late night, not a bad day...not eating too many cookies...or a half can of refried beans....or pumpkin cheesecake or tortilla chips...Not an ice filled water bottle, wet bra, dorky pants, no sleep, or an argument with a good friend, not loneliness, or anger, or sadness, nothing.
If you did any of that, or felt any of that, it's just one day...
It's yesterday, it's not tomorrow.
Get back up, and climb back on the Krab.
I ate 1510 calories.
I had one sugar cookie, it was small and 85 calories.
Part of me wanted another.
But then I would have had a dinner that wouldn't have satisfied a gnat.
I didn't eat a second one.
I had one heck of a dinner at 9:30 this evening...after the gym and everything else.
270 calories of turkey sausage
1 red bell pepper
7 mushrooms
3/4 of a cup of sugar snap peas
awesomeness...and filling.
Have a great tomorrow.
Do it for you.
Hugs,
Your cold breasted jogging blogger,
chris