I feel like I just had my “Come to Jesus” moment about health + food + dieting.
Let me clarify this by letting you know that I am a generally healthy eater. I love veggies, I love chicken and I HATE mayo. I do however live with my fiancée, who eats like he is still in college: chicken nuggets, take-out Chinese food, ice cream sandwiches, potato chips. And, since he thinks I am always beautiful, he doesn’t discourage me from joining in when he has that stuff (if he did dissuade me, he would be a jerk and we wouldn’t be together, so he really can’t win in this situation).
As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been getting serious about fitness recently. No longer looking fantastic in my favorite brands + upcoming nuptials made me finally commit (plus the hundreds I shelled out for a training package at my gym…).
While I usually eat healthfully, I will have the rare (or not so rare) treat with my fiancée. I mean, when he is eating a delicious ice cream sandwich rolled in chocolate chips, how can I possibly say no!?!?!
Back to my point – today my trainer was particularly brutal. I thought I was going to lose my delicious strawberry/blueberry smoothie about 20 minutes in to my 60 minute session. I was dripping sweat and too exhausted to talk (lovely, right?). But I pushed through and I will say, she loves that I don’t complain (more due to not being able speak rather than physical/mental toughness). So after I dragged myself home, I gleefully added all the activity into my WeightWatchers Points Tracker, confident the work out was going to be worth a bajillion activity points, plus or minus 3 or 4. Wrong. It was worth 13. The exact amount of the ice cream sandwich I treated myself to last night.
All of a sudden, that ice cream sandwich does not look so tasty. It is certainly not worth an hour of near-death in the gym!
Just makes you think…