How the mind plays tricks
Last night I was in the foulest mood. My ankle was absolutely killing me and I couldn’t walk on it without my boot on. Boy’s first opinion when he picked me up from work was that I need an X-ray, but at that point I wasn’t feeling too bad. An hour later he’d got to me and I was starting to loose it. What IF my ankle was broken? I was starting to feel like such a failure. I yelled at the hound, who was just trying to be caring. I yelled at the boy, who was cooking me a tasty, clean meal. I hung my head and shoveled my dinner and grumbled off to bed.
Lying there feeling foul, I wanted chocolate. I NEEDED chocolate. F-it if I was going to have stuffed ankle then I could eat chocolate. There MUST be chocolate somewhere in my house. Wow! I’m not much of a chocolate person, but this was getting crazy. Then I remembered the free samples Well Naturally sent me. It included 1 bar of sugar free 70% cocoa dark chocolate. I crawled from bed (literally) to the other end of the house and broke of 1 square. Hmmm orange flavoured chocolate, oh well. Then I read the back of the packet. Yeeehah! I could have had the whole bar and still been within my calories (macros were out). I broke of another 2 more squares, to make half a bar (100 calories) and crawled back into bed. You know what? I felt so much better! I know chocolate doesn’t buy happiness, but right then I was so pleased to have my dark chocolate, my electric blanket and not to have blown my calories I slept like a baby.
Good news is that I woke up this morning and almost all the swelling on my ankle had gone down. I’d love to say it was the chocolate, but bed rest and glutamine are more likely responsible. Boy poked at it again and there was almost no pain so his orders (he’s a Nurse Practitioner) were to keep it strapped, elevated and iced for the rest of the day; and to not run any marathons. The poor hound was a little upset by the whole thing, especially when he got locked in time-out (the laundry) for bugging me about his walk. The upside of it all was that I was in bed by 9.30pm and got over 9 hours sleep which is a record for me.
I woke up this morning to a jaw dropping surprise on the scales (TTOM is now over and done with). I’m down over a kg in a week (I even ate some rice last night, go figure). I didn’t feel like questioning my scales too hard so didn’t go back to check my hydration levels but am glad my scales are catching up with my mirror and belt!
If I’m not too sore by the end of the day I’m going to see if I can get my bi-tri-ab workout done tonight. I’ll have to do something horrible like rowing for my warm-up. Then I’m faced with a monster busy weekend in which I’ve promised Joe I’ll fit a leg workout.
Don’t remind me about the half a block of 70% chocolate with a hint of Valencia Orange Oil sitting in my gym crate.
June 30, 2008 at 6:33 am
Remember, our growth comes in the rest-your bed rest might have been exactly what you needed for your metabolism. I’ve seen it time and again with clients who over train or on the border of over training.
My coach wants me to cut calories to 1100/1300/1500. I’m really screwed up over this. How do you do an 1100 calorie day and train???