week 9 Sugar Hangover

It happened. I fell off the band wagon. It’s Easter weekend and there has been many temptations haunting me this past week. But I’ve kept a strong hand on myself, that is, until yesterday. Actually that isn’t even the truth, it was the day before. This year Easter was at my house and I did all the prep to feed and entertain 9 kids and 9 adults. Seemed easy enough….


I trained with Tina the day before our company was coming. During my work out we had a great conversation about food and weight loss. I need to tweak things a little and I hope to get my body into gear for taking off a few pounds. Right now am at a point where I don’t feel guilty about what I eat. I eat what I need for my body and I have the occasional treats. I’ve started paying attention to what goes into my mouth and noticing whose food, what it is, why I’m eating it and where I am eating it. But it’s not enough to get my body into fat burning mode. So this week I’ve started food journal.

If I don’t write it down then Tina won’t know.

But if Tina does know, what is she going to think of me?

If Tina doesn’t know, how is she supposed to help me?

By no means is she judgemental, but having someone to check in with makes me more responsible for my actions. And really I know that is what I want and need. I like it when she gives me exercises that burn my muscles. I like it when I can feel and see my muscle tone improving. I like it when I can prove myself wrong and do an exercise that I thought I couldn’t. I like it when I can do more push ups than Tina or I expected. I like it when I can feel my abs under that flesh that held my babies. I am LOVING the changes in my body. And amazed that is all happening with just 1.5 extra hours a week to my routine. I just feel that there could be a little more…. uuumph to it all.

So don’t ask me what happened this weekend….

During the week I made marshmallows from scratch which I managed to eat only 1 as to make sure I wouldn’t have poisoned anyone. The night before I made Salsa (which is full of beans, mango and tonnes of veggies) and had to get the Easter baskets ready. That is when one chocolate jumped out of that basket right into my mouth! Then again, and again and again!! I couldn’t stop. Well I did stop, I had to, otherwise there would have been quite a few unhappy children the next day.

After lunch and the hunt for the Easter Bunny’s treats were over, everyone came inside to admire their new sweet treasures. I brought out dessert, strawberries, black berries, apples, and cake, chocolate, jelly beans and sweets beyond my control. I ate my fair share of the fruit… but I ate more than my fair share of the candy. The kids were all on their sugar high and I too. No one ate for the rest of the day. We all crashed and had an early night to bed.

This was the first time in a long time I felt guilty about food. I ate too much and I knew it. Not only did I do this at a time where I am trying to prove that I can be more fit, I did it even when I knew that it was simply just too much. This brings me to this morning, where I had planned my weekly run…

I got up with a sugar hang over. Really I did. My mouth was dry, my body felt lumpy and I didn’t want to get out of bed. But I said I was going for a run…. so I just had to. I stretched, walked and off I took with my dog. And you know what happened? I made my next goal for what I wanted to run! A bit further in the same amount of time! The clouds parted the sun shone through and my guilt was taken up into the sky!

My point is that just because I fell off, doesn’t mean this whole thing is over like I thought it was going to be. In less than 36 hours of when the initial chocolate popped into my mouth (I swear it, jumped, who knew?) I am back on. Back on the band wagon and ready to fight again!