I hit a mental block last week when I weighed in on Thursday. I was doing great with both food and getting in my training…and then I stepped on the scale. I hadn’t maintained over the holidays. I had put myself back to about the middle of October. I knew it was coming and somehow I was still blindsided. I’d like to be able to tell you that I’m a strong enough person to be able to brush that off, but I’m not. I’m human. So while I still got my workouts in over the weekend, my eating was less than stellar.
Even through the terrible eating, I kept tracking through MyFitnessPal and that brought me back to reality. As poorly as I was eating in comparison to my normal diet, it wasn’t that bad. So I just picked myself back up on Monday and brushed myself off. Set backs happen. Life happens. The important thing is to not let a couple of days turn into a week turn into a month….you get the idea.
One of the biggest helps has been Fella. He’s training for his first sprint triathlon at the end of February. It’s been much easier for me to stay healthy when both of us want to keep the treats out of the house. There’s been quite a few nights when I just wanted to sit on the couch, but he dragged my lazy butt to the pool. Now that’s love! I know that not everyone is lucky enough to have that support and I really do count myself as lucky. It may also help that I am a significantly kinder person when I am working out. Lazy penguin = grumpy penguin.
I feel like I’ve really started to hit my stride in the pool though. My form still needs work, but it’s getting easier and more natural each time. More objectively, my times are getting faster. I am prepping myself to have my form and technique ripped apart in February when I head to CO for training camp with my coach. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, right?
In other news, it’s freaking frigid here. Or maybe not news since most of you are in cold climates as well. Stupid winter. I miss being able to feel my toes. On the plus side, only ten days till out cruise! On the down side, my coach apparently does not accept “I’m on a boat” as a good excuse not to workout.