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?
You could have totally written my blog. I feel SO dissatisfied with how I look. And what I eat. But what's the alternative? Be overweight and miserable?
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