Taking the Reins

It’s  been a stressful week.  It was there.  We were forced to stay at work over the lunch hour for a mandatory 1pm meeting.  I was starving.

 I ate a slice of pizza.

This is huge, because I have resisted pizza for quite some time now.  In fact, my last REAL pizza (because we all do our own English muffin pizzas and Lean Cuisines) was the night before my wedding.

I have to admit, this pizza was a disappointment.  For all the angst it caused me, the bloating and discomfort that followed were far worse.  Far, far worse.  Why do we eat this crap?  Why do we think it’s going to taste so damn good?  Why can’t I hold this horrible, bloated, painful feeling in my brain permanently so I can eat better in the future?

You know, there is no cure.  I just have to eat.

I will say, tonight I did one hum-dinger of a workout.  60-minute spin class at my aerobic threshold, followed instantly by 25 minutes on the treadmill.  I was hoping to run longer, but my knees started to hurt and I decided not to push it. This is technically peak week for my triathlon next weekend, so this was a must-do brick.  The bike course at Subaru is flat, so I don’t feel guilty at all for taking my exercise indoors for now.  It just gets too dark after work to plan a bike AND a run.  Thank goodness for weekends!

So there you have it.  Pizza, and a 1,000 calorie workout.  What shall I do in the off-season?!