You know how I said in yesterday's post that I had a ridiculous day at work? Well, that was a mere cub compared to the bear I like to call Wednesday. I was driving to work, ready for a sunshine day, and a co-worker calls me 10 minutes before I'm even supposed to pull into the parking lot. She says the boss wants me to call him ASAP...at home...about an assignment. I should have turned my little Corolla (which is now fully mine, thank you. Last payment is in the mail!) around when I heard those warning words, especially considering the truckload of events that followed. I had an enormous elephant in the room named deadline, and no one except for me, of course, seemed to notice it. The excuse I got all day when I called to check on a story or approval was "Oh, so-in-so is at lunch." I'm so glad other people got to meet their basic needs of consuming food, while I had a cupcake for my mid-day meal. Yes, that's right, a cupcake. And the only reason I got a little something to boost my failing blood sugar was because it was leftover from an event we had today.
So I drag my tired, sugar-filled butt home, and all I can think about is pizza -- hot, gooey, veggie-filled…yum. I went back and forth about it, but my ultimate conclusion was to pick up the phone and order a medium supreme pie, no sausage. Maybe a cupcake and a pizza is disastrous combination, but in my humble opinion, every motivated girl or guy needs a cheat day every now and then. And it’s not like I was a glutton and ate the whole thing – I had a couple of pieces and put the rest to bed in the fridge. I know it wasn’t the best dinner choice, but at least I walked the pooch – that may have burned off a mushroom. Ha Ha!
To change the subject, I do have some good news…I lost a pound this week! While one is kinda the loneliest number, it’s not a gain like last week, so that’s a good thing (as Ms. Martha Stewart says). I’ve decided to take the advice of my friend and reader, Stacy, and not weigh myself every week. She lost a whopping 100 pounds without dieting (ugh…hate that word). She did a plan I’ve never heard of – No Plan. Stacy didn’t do Atkins, or South Beach, or even Weight Watchers. She just cut all her food in half, and only had a bit of coffee in the morning and water the rest of the day. She said she didn’t weigh herself, unless people told her she looked like she lost a few pounds or the jeans felt loose in the waist. While I still want to track my progress, (this is called Two Pounds a Week after all), I’ve decided to weigh myself every 2-3 weeks. My focus has always been too eagle-eyed on the scale, when there’s a lot more to food and fitness than a number. Or at least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. :)
I’d like to pose a couple of questions to my readers: When you are stressed, what kind of food do you crave? And how do you combat those urges? Let me know!
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