It’s 4:30 a.m. local time and I can’t sleep. Shocker.
Not only is my body clock off because of the time change and 13 hours of travel. I’m in overdrive considering it’s basically FitBloggin‘ Eve. My head is filled with a long to-do list surrounded by a bit of worry, fear, anxiousness and excitement.
But this is a weigh-in post, so I’m going to let it distract me a bit. :)
It’s not working.
I can’t even remember how this last week went!
This may be a non-scale victory of sorts. I’ve been so busy doing my thing I haven’t had time to worry about food choices, body image or what the scale says.
Although, yesterday I was a mess. and definitely stress/boredom eating on the plane rides. I kicked off the day fabulously with an early-morning run and workout then came home and made myself a few eggs before heading to the airport. I felt great. I even thought I looked great as I caught a glimpse of myself in the airport bathroom mirror.
Note: When a recovering serial dieter says they “thought they looked great” they mean skinny. I thought I looked skinny.
By the time I touched down in Portland I felt like a slug. I was sitting for 12 hours, tired and stressed. Now all of a sudden the reflection in the mirror didn’t seem so “great.” I felt bloated, gross and thick.
Regardless of what I ate, there’s no way I went from “skinny” to “thick” in one plane ride across the country. My logical brain knows this even though my emotional one doesn’t, and now my inner mean girl wants to take advantage and bully me into feeling bad about myself.
Thankfully I’m too busy to care what she thinks. I’m lacing up now to get an early run in because there’s no way I’m giving up on my #RWRunStreak now. I think I’m 31 days in! I can’t believe it!
After that I have a full day of event planning stress to fill my day.
Anyway, enough of my ridiculous ramblings. How was your week?? I’m looking forward to your updates although I may not have time to read them until this weekend. Sorry. :(