So, this is only day 4 of my strict diet.
Here is the back story: I signed up for a month long fitness boot camp. We work out 4 times a week at 5:45 AM and they ask you to work out the other 3 days on your own. You keep a journal of your workouts and your diet. If you stray, you pay, in the form of extra work (torture).
Monday's boot camp actually started at 5:20 AM. I haven't woke up that early on purpose in years. They basically kick your ass for an entire hour, no resting, no fun. These are sick people. They push you harder than you would ever push yourself, which is good. And I won't lie, it hurts like hell. I haven't pushed myself this hard since I was in high school. My 29 year old body is in shock right now.
Today is Thursday and we did not have boot camp this morning. I slept in until 6:30 with the intention of going on a run. Didn't happen. Instead I went to the gym on my lunch break and got a good upper body workout in. I get back to the office and I have some turkey on wheat and a spinach salad waiting.
Well, my co-worker, who knows I'm dieting, approaches me with "Hey, just had a lunch meeting at Maggiano's and have an entire lazagna left!"
Before I understand what she is saying she's shoving the thing in my face. We're talking some serious food here - size of a briefcase, loaded with meat, sauce, and cheese. I look at her and I must have had some hate in my eyes. I was like "Are you kidding me? Get away, temptress!"
She's all like, "What, lazagna isn't bad."
I know, it's freaking amazing. Especially after 3 days of salad, nuts, and raw veggies.
So, she kept trying to make me take it, and any other time I would have, beleive me. But, I stuck to my guns and walked away. And she followed me, and so did the sent of fresh pasta. What is it about telling someone "No" that makes them press harder?
What? You're trying to lose weight? Here, let me help! All you need is fudge brownies with lots of sprinkles and icing! I just happen to have some here! I'll put it in your mouth for you!
Stay strong. All you need is your turkey and spinach. Yumm..... spinach. Raw. Manna from heaven. Food of the Gods. Fresh grown in fields of poop. So good. You hardly notice it's good for you.
Tonight will be especially hard. I'm going to a concert - Flogging Molly. Fun Irish people singing about drinking and dancing. I can't dance because my legs will fall off. I can't drink because I want my stomach to fall off.
This is a test. I will pass. Can't wait to tell you so tomorrow.
2 comments:
1. I didn't know you were going to a concert :-p
2. You won't pass - no offense but it's an IRISH concert. . !
LOL! I know how you feel. Every day there is so much food (most of it junk) at my work just waiting for me to take it. But, if I want to stay in my 'skinny jeans' I must not partake!
Good job in being so disciplined... I have heard of the boot camp but never participated. I am not that disciplined (would rather be more discipined in my eating). I do miss working out though... since I have been sick I haven't been able to. Walking is difficult enough.
Glad to see you are blogging!
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