The continued challenges of my "March
Madness" quest to exercise every single day in the month.
So first, the exercise and then the true confession.
Yesterday I was out of my normal Wednesday night routine, which typically involves me working later to do catch up, and then a workout
of some sort. I went to a book
signing/reading because my friend Kim had friends who had written the book Sexy Feminism. I knew that I wouldn't get home until
late, since the reading was downtown in New York and the buses are few and far
between after 10 o'clock at night.
The reading was at 7, and according to Google Maps (what did
I do without them?) it was about a three mile walk. So I left my office at 6,
figuring that a 20 minute per mile pace would allow me to comfortably walk in
my boots with a slight heel and not be disgustingly sweaty when I got there.
And it was fine. I got there are few minutes early, even with having to stop
occasionally for traffic lights. And since it was fairly nice weather (in the
40's), I wasn't freezing the whole time. It was less stressful than taking a cab
or worrying about missing a subway stop because I was really into a podcast or
something. I mean, I did get really into a totally relatable episode of
"You Made It Weird with Pete Holmes", where he was talking to Matt
Mira about relationships, but that's besides the point.
The actual point is that I got a walk in. Even on a day when I didn't
really have "time" to "workout", I managed to walk more
than a lot of people do. And it was enjoyable.
So now its time for the true confession part of this blog
post. I've been on a crazy eating binge lately. It's been bad. Really bad. And not just for
a meal. More like on and off for two weeks. That's not to say that I've been
just stuffing my face with bags of chips, but there have been birthdays and a
lot of dinners out and lunches out… and just generally a lot more sugar and
sodium and red meat than I'm used to eating.
To be honest, while some of the foods were delicious (I had
pastrami from Katz's deli last night, for example), the side effects
haven't really been worth it. My stomach is revolting, I'm getting headaches
constantly and I just feel more lethargic than normal.
All this food is not going to help me get in Tough Mudder
shape, or even half-marathon running shape, so I've got to get back to focusing
on eating a largely healthy diet, and cooking for myself again.
My scale has been broken, so I honestly don't even have any
idea what kind of damage I've done in that sense (though hopefully all the
exercise will at least have helped keep it to a minimum). I'm sort of dreading
seeing my Weight Loss Miracle Worker Danae on Sunday, because she's got that
pesky scale for me to look at. We shall see how it goes, but I've got a feeling
I've got some work to do. But the first order of business isn't losing any
added pounds, but instead it is getting rid of this stupid sugar induced
headache.
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