Hey girls and guys!
Okay so ever since I wrote about being stuck in the eating to the time rut I’ve been actively trying to challenge it (avoidance behaviour be gone!). Recently I sort of did a half ass fail attempt [any step is better than none] the other day to which I got really good feedback. In particular, I was neglecting one of the most important parts of exercising- the post workout eating.
My goal was to work at eating as soon as possible after exercising with plenty of protein and carbohydrates. And to monitor the changes that arise. So far today I’ve done very well I think- check it out and let me know your thoughts..
8:30- Breakfast [vegie scramble].
Taught a Body Step Class.
10:45ish- Post Workout Snack [1/2 banana with pb + boiled egg]
Doctors, mini-date with bf, computer.
2ish- Lunch [Tuna salad]
And that brings me to now. I’ll most likely have my fave toast snack [1 piece wholegrain bread toasted with pb + ab & banana slices. Minus the chia seeds since I'm currently chia-less and they are as costly as gold] before my next class and then its Chilli Con Carne for dinner!
Of course, I’ll just have to end the day with a creation. Does anyone else just have to end the night with something sweet? I guess for me I never use to eat post-dinner (whilst restricting) and now I love having my creations [usually chobani 0%, wholegrain oats, 1/2 apple, grapes, 1/2 banana, nuts and some form of chocolate].
Um, is it normal that I felt to justify what I ate, and even slightly guilty to the fact that I have it every night? Note To Self: Must remember After Dinner Guilt
Apart from totally kicking ass at my challenge, I also took the bf out for coffee and donuts on his lunch break, and had a doctor’s appointment.
The Dr’s involved getting a script and another reference for more psychologist appointments, but somehow managed to end in tears.
As I was leaving and waiting to sign off, the doctor managed to the receptionist to weigh me just to put it on record.
The look on my face would have been priceless. After questioning the dr- what, weigh me? I proceeded to tell him I
couldn’t wouldn’t weigh myself and started to cry.
I mustn’t have been breathing (or maybe breathing too fast) because the receptionist had to remind me constantly to breathe. It was so weird to be in that situation- the rush of anxiety was full throttle and I haven’t felt like that for ages. It was as if I could literally not handle the situation, let alone contemplate the thought of weighing myself.
I guess putting myself on the spot like that and me reacting the way I did, really makes apparent the work I need to do. Not weighing myself is my biggest avoidance behaviour. And is one that my psychologist and I have agreed we will work up to.
But I’ll get there
- What is your biggest avoidance?
- Do you have to end the night with something sweet (or just something)?