Thursday, August 5, 2010

Control.

It's been a little less than 8 months since my big life-changing move. In those 8 months I've drastically sucked at working out, restarted some horrible eating habits and managed to gain 20 pounds.

It's frustrating, to say the least, but I have grown (less in the literal sense) vastly during this time.

We go through waves where putting ourselves first means being the healthiest we can be, and putting ourselves first as means of sedating. I've been sedating, and celebrating, and reworking and growing.

I managed to grocery shop and have prepared many of my own meals in the last week. I haven't been focusing on THE healthiest choices, but I have been practicing portion control - something I've really let get away over the last year. Not only does this rule for practicing habits, but it rules because the food I bought will last longer - which is a good thing because I'm poor.

I feel like I may be ready to begin tracking my food intake again. This is something I will go balls-out on for 2-3 days and then quit the second I "mess" something up. When I get back in to it, I want to be dedicated, and I know this is not the right time to start. Portion control will continue to be the focus for the next week.

With a cluttered social calendar, it can be difficult to plan ahead, but I'm managing. This is why the PC is so important. I've been eating out for dinner most nights, but always asking for a box at the beginning of the meal. I find that when my food is out of sight, it is also mostly out of mind. Plus, leftovers.

Boys have been stealing my sleep, so I also need to learn to knock that off too. Not boys, but staying up late, specifically with boys. So maybe boys.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Trouble Trouble Trouble.

It seems some of my dear readers did, in fact, hold out to see if I'd come back. I suppose it's predictable, this journey is never over and I talk way too much for someone who would just "quit" a blog.

I'm glad you're still here.

I haven't made any great strides or progress. I did start to get concerned with the fact that I had also "quit" running, and made my triumphant return on Saturday morning. By triumphant I mean lame. By lame I mean slower than I should be. By slow I also mean short. By trouble in the title I mean I have a 10 mile race at the end of September and I can currently complete 4 miles in a somewhat-decent time.

I have a lot of work to do.

On the food front, I cancelled a date last night and had a girlfriend over for dinner instead. We made roasted chicken, balsamic beets, broiled polenta and a HUGE salad with almonds and crisp peppers. It was oh-so-delicious and REAL. All real food. It pleased me to see a plate full of things that were not of convenience, but simply tasteful.

I won't mention that we also downed 2 bottles of wine, because that would defeat my point about being so good with the food.

It felt great to eat and catch up on all the goings-on. There are a lot of goings-on by the way, but we'll get in to those as they accidentally spill out over the course of our time together on this here blog.

In the meantime, I'd really like to hear about great Summer Salad recipes. Anything you've got. Let's hear 'em.