This weekend hasn’t been good. Nutrition has been terrible. I know what I ate, and I’m proud of it. And no, it’s that bad, I’m not going to display it online.
I don’t feel good right now. I feel sluggish, I feel weighted down and even my taste buds feel lethargic.
This is not where I wanna be.
I had pizza on Sat night, and in comparison to the previous week – when I had a beautiful tenderlion – I realized that I ought not waste my ‘refeed’ days with bad food… I should have outstanding food – delicious steak, salmon with roast potatoes, etc… finished with a beautiful dessert. Not pizza. And yes – I did indulge significantly in those beautiful brownies this weekend.
I have to remember what I’m feeling right now – because this is why I’m doing this. I have done this sufficient times now, that I know come tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine. I’ll be back on my back, and nothing will deviate me. Nothing at all. I’m focussed and dedicated. Then next weekend I’m up north, limiting my access to indulgent food – and potentially snowboarding for the first time this year (which’ll burn off a lot of shit I put on this weekend).
Sometimes you have to let go under controlled circumstances to manage yourself… and while I feel terrible – I’m satisfied that I’m keenly aware that this is very wrong for me.