Kickboxing kicked my butt. Holy cow. I really, really pushed myself. My shirt was drenched in sweat. I went to put my shoes on and got a little lightheaded. When I got home, I asked my husband about it. He said it's because I didn't have any carbs before my workout. This is true. I was in a hurry so I just quick grabbed some beef jerky. That's protein, which is great, but that's probably why I was so worn.
I'm struggling with meals already. I'm trying to keep things as natural as possible but I feel like I'm being too repetitive. Tonight, I was going to make chicken stir fry but I was too worn out. My husband offered to go get drive thru....right, dear (he can do that and not gain weight)...and I told him that I couldn't. After all, I had made it through lunch at Chili's without the temptation of chips and salsa and queso that my co-workers had. I decided to go out with them because I did want to socialize and knew I could make a healthy choice. So, I had a cobb salad with grilled chicken and dressing on the side. So, for supper, hubby went and got Burger King (I admit, I did have three fries) and I had scrambled egg whites with turkey bacon, green pepper and mushrooms.
Totally not satisfied.
But I'm also not satisfied with how I look.
It's a battle that will continue to face every day for the rest of my life. What does satisfaction mean to you with food? With looks?