April 11, 2007

Pay the piper

Yesterday was not a good day. Work was hectic and I was pulled in too many different directions. By the end of the day I was feeling like too many things were out of my control. I needed to blow off some steam. I thought about going to the gym and working out my aggressions on the elliptical, but I had already had a session with my personal trainer at 5:30 that morning. I didn’t want to overdo it, you know. I considered calming down with a beer or four. But then I’d be sure to awaken with a headache this morning, and miss my workout. You see, for the last month or so, I have eaten healthy to the point of being a boring dining companion. At the suggestion of my trainer, I have learned to tolerate protein shakes after my workouts, and eat more protein throughout the day. Carbs? Only before 3 pm (metabolism slows in the afternoon). I gave up sugary sweets over a month ago, and am doing quite well with that. I usually don’t even miss it. The fact that I plan to be a fabulous looking bride in (holyshit!) 44 days has much to do with this new way of life.

But one crappy day, and I discover a way of eating that is worse than what I was doing before I started this transformation.

Yesterday, I came home from the office and was amped up. There was no beer in the house, and nothing interesting to eat. I didn’t feel like making any chicken. So, I got in the car, planning to go to Trader Joe’s and see what culinary delights I could find there. Out of nowhere, I found myself in the drive-thru at KFC. Suddenly I was ordering a FRIED CHICKEN sandwich with a side of FRIED POTATO WEDGES.

But oh, the sandwich was good. And it had that peppery mayo on it that I loved in college. And the carbolicious potatoes. So delectable. As I drove, I ate inhaled 770 calories and 41 juicy grams of fat.

It made me happy.

I was headed home, but I drove right past my apartment.

I had one more stop to make.

I was sucked in by the magnetic forces. The glowing Golden Arches of the house that Ray Kroc built.

Another drive-thru.

And then there was an Oreo Cookie McFlurry in my cup holder.

It’s quite a challenge to eat a McFlurry and drive, so I came home and sat on the couch with my fat-laden ice cream-like treat. Full of sugar and carbs and chocolatey cookie goodness. And the creaminess. Oh, the creaminess!

560 calories.
16 grams of fat.

Yesterday I looked for comfort in food, and I found it. Temporarily. This type of behavior is what got me here in the first place: ill-fitting clothes, lack of muscle tone, dimples in my cheeks (and I’m not talking about the ones on my face).

I had a bad day. I ate the crappiest of crappy fast food. I fell down, and then I got back up and dusted myself off.

And today, after work, I busted my ass with over one hour of cardio. I burned 600 calories, expelling every black speck of that Oreo McFlurry.

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  • Sarah says:

    I had a Cadbury’s Creme Egg while watching TV the other night. I was about to grab a mug of squash to go with it, when I spied that I still had half a glass of water left over from dinner. So I had the water with my creme egg instead. Because that was sure to undo all the bad sugary and fatty stuff!

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