For this week (and this week only) I've let myself go. Well, not entirely I guess, but enough that I'm feeling the effects. No workouts. Eating pretty much whatever I want. Slouching on the couch in front of the computer at night between small amounts of cleaning and laundry. I'm doing it in part because this is the last bit of sloth I can squeeze out of the holiday season that is definitely over at this point, but mostly because I know I'm going to start training on Monday for my next run. Time to get back out there, C. Maybe after I check my facebook one more time...
Last night was scrambled eggs and toast for dinner with a handful of M&M's...and then another...and a few more after that. Today for lunch I had two pieces of pizza that one of my co-workers ordered for all of us. Finished both and was totally stuffed. What do I do half an hour after that? Head upstairs and cut a sliver off of a pecan pie another co-worker brought in. WHYYY??? Uggh...I hurt.
It's been nice to curl up and be lazy on these cold, dark evenings. Still, when I'm out there pounding the pavement I'll know that I'm pushing myself to be better, and maybe secretly missing my couch potato week just a little.
(photo courtesy frankh)