It's time for a round of True Confessions. I feel like a big fat fake writing this post. Why you say? What did you do little Elle Noel?! Gah, I did something bad. I did something highly illegal to the weight loss agenda. GASP! Are you sitting down?
Yesterday afternoon, I spent roughly five hours knocking back diet coke and vanilla vodka, chomping down on trashy bar food, and yelling obscenities at the television We did it big Championship Sunday ya'll.
My husband loves football and a group of friends was headed to our favorite watering hole walking distance from our house, and I just don't know what came over me. I did my grocery shopping and laundry early in the day and I just thought- f it let's go have fun! We may have had pizza for dinner too. AHHHH! It just got so crazy, and I was little bit drunk so those cheesy frys were so damn delicious. Like other worldy.
I know I know. You can hardly believe what you're reading. We're all human, and I struggle too. This was an activity fat Leigh Ann loved. A lot. Like maybe a little more than her husband some days(sorry hunny!) She looked forward to nursing Saturday's hangover with fried food and drinks on Sunday during football season. She would drink a 1500 calorie daiquiris, chow down on cheesy sticks, fried po boys, and just genuinely not give a ffffff. Look here she is, pretending like she's cool being that fat friend who loves food!
Gross. I do not miss her.
Ironically, we were passing around a BMI calculator while the men were arguing over whether they were actually over weight because "F that! I lift weights!" It was a ton of fun, but It's time to be serious again.
Occasionally, participating in these old activities I enjoyed so much reminds me that it's OK to make mistakes.I am going to fail. I am going to have a bad day, and it's OK. It's OK to have a bad day, it's OK to not think about calories or fat or carbs every single second of everyday. I know you're thinking "You ran 9 miles Saturday! You can eat whatever you want!" Umm no. It does not work like that. I can run for days eat like crap and gain weight. That is how it works. That is the reality. Running is not a free pass for calorie take down. While we had a really great time, now I have to leave that serious Faturday in the past, moving forward!
Weekly Work out Breakdown-
3 Mile Run
30 Minutes Strength
5 Mile Run
3 Mile Run (Interval Training)
10 Mile Run
No Faturday Allowed
I can not wait for this day to end so that I can go sweat at the gym. Here I am this morning. Heading into work wearing all black because I feel like a busted can of biscuits. Crazy how fast that happens huh?