Taking the Reins

Forget being scared about becoming part of the ocean food chain or not being able to touch the bottom.  The lake I swim in has this amoeba that causes something called “swim itch!”  I’m still itching, even after 2 showers, and I don’t have any bites.  Holy cow!  Bring me the ocean, please.  I’m now perfectly willing to forego the calmer lake experience.

Today was day 1 of open water swim training.  I learned 2 things: 1) my wetsuit makes me really freaking hot (and not in the Batman, rockin’ hot bod kind of way) and 2) my sighting is really bad (as in, I swim like I’m drunk!).  The good news is my butt floats and I don’t have to work nearly as hard to swim, so life is pretty darn good.  Had a blast today!!  Everyone is really starting to open up, and I’m going through this journey with a great bunch of women.  Only did about 20 minutes of swimming after we had our coaching and inspirational story, but it was still good stuff.

I ate the majority of my points (again) before 5pm tonight.  It’s fine on days like today where I work out at 6:30pm and come home too late for dinner, but every other day it’s totally unacceptable.  I must try to break this habit!  I successfully ignored the break room cookies today, but I still managed to down a lot of snacks, however healthy they may be. 

Here’s the day:

And I can tell you right now I’m heading back for more.  Maybe just a light English muffin with some spray butter and cinnamon?  We’ll see.  But I’m going to hit up some flex points because I’m starving!!  Argh.  Poorly planned day…..but on the plus side, at least my knee is okay!

***EDIT:  I ate like a pig after I posted.  Added a bagel with 1tbsp cream cheese (okay, only 2 points) and I know there was something else….I just don’t remember?!  Man.  Well, I am just fessing up.  I know that the bagel and the cereal and whatever else I ate added up to 7 or 8 points and I was marveling at how much I wanted to eat, but oh well….  The good news is I’m sitting here and my pants are loose!  Size 10 H&M.  (The US equivalent of a regular size 8)  Woohoo!  So I am not too upset.

There is a box of cookies less than 30 feet away from me in the break room right now.  Adorably-shaped, frosted sugar cookies decorated like soccer balls and jerseys and goals.  They are disappearing quickly, but I can’t help but feel left out of the joyous gastronomic soccer celebration.  Why?  Argh!!

Sorry, just thought I would write out my frustrations rather than join everyone else and eat.  This is why I hate days when I am stuck in the office!  Get me out of here.