Tuesday, January 11, 2011
For most of my life, chocolate has been my stress-reliever of choice. I'm not even picky about the kind - well, I draw the line at dark chocolate, even if it is allegedly better for me. If I want to soften the calorie blow, I opt for a Big Turk (the lies I tell myself) and when I've hit rock bottom, I pull out the big guns - like Caramilk, or Snickers, or...you get the idea. *wipes drool*
Today is a Caramilk + Snickers kind of day, folks.
Strangely, I'm not digging around in my change purse to feed the chocolate bar vending machine down the hall.
Instead, I'm mourning the fact that I can't go to dance class tonight. *wipes tear*
Karen and I went to Spin last night, and despite the crappy music selection, I marveled at how pumped up I get when the songs are cranked and sweat is pouring off my chin. After an hour of spinning, my body feels weak, and my hunger is off the charts - but my tummy burns (in that I-just-did-a-kick-butt-workout kind of way) even the next morning. It's amazing!
That's how I feel after a J'Adore Dance class. Sweaty. Sore.
Which is why I'm really bummed I have to miss Salsa Burn with the awesomeness that is Meaghan.
In truth, I'm already addicted to exercise. That's both good - and dangerous. Knowing my day job schedule was packed, and my evening meeting-filled, I still tugged along my workout gear in the slim hope I'd have even a few minutes to hop on the treadmill or fit in a quick swim. And as each stressful minute ticked by, I felt the letdown of knowing any window of opening was almost closed.
I have planned a full week of activity. Probably too full. I know I should take a day off - to allow my muscles to recover and all that jazz. But I can't shake the guilt of not going to the gym, especially knowing it would be the perfect relief for my Caramilk + Snickers kind of stress.
One week in and the exercise addiction already has a hold on me...
If only I could love vegetables half as much.
Current weight: 198
Goal weight: 150