Yesterday marked the halfway point. It's crazy how time seems to accelerate.
I did a cleanse day yesterday. My plan this week is to do 2 cleanse days. I really feel I need an extra boost, from the race and the food I had to consume to stock my glycogen.
Maybe that is why my eating got so out of control late last year into this year. I felt like I really needed to eat to run. I just ended up making poor choices. Portion control lost it's meaning. It snowballed from there!
They stress on every level, carb loading before races. Not really taking into account that, they probably didn't mean eat a pound of pasta for 3 days straight. Or eat loaves of bread during training. It was MY choice to eat what I ate. One would think, after years of struggling with food, I would learn my lesson and stand strong. I am weak sometimes. I just really love flavor, food and feel that eating is an experience. I think part of it is culture. We live in a city that is drenched with restaurants. It seems that any activity planned... is alway around food! Ball game: what are we tailgating with? Holiday? what are we eating. Birthday? where are we going to eat? Death, wedding, baptism, graduation, sports... it doesn't matter, our first thought is "what are we going to cook"
This was me 18 years ago:
I ate my way there. Then I got really sick and was on 100mg prednisone a day for a few months, then weened down to 20mg of it for a year. It is the most evil drug on the market. I took myself off of it and vowed to never take that again... life or death.
Before that experience I was very thin. About 115 pounds. I had always been skinny, naturally. You know nature takes its course and as a woman, as we age, it's an evil battle. Hormones, relationships, children.... life. It's such a battlefield of the mind.
Anyway, so day 14 was a battle for me. I cleansed and battled with the thoughts of eating all day. My stomach growled, more than normal. I don't know if cleansing the day after the half marathon was a good idea. All I know is I woke up swollen. By noon, due to the cleansing, the swelling had gone down. Maybe I burned so many calories, and I really didnt fill that hole back up, either enough or properly... ( we will chalk it up as both.. guilty 😁)
I made it through most of the day, struggling, ended up having supper.
I make a cup of couscous, topped with roasted asparagus, grape tomatoes, garlic, thyme, drizzled with organic olive oil, seasoned with sea salt and ground pepper. It was light and I felt at peace.
My plan is another cleanse day this week. I am looking forward to it!

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