On Tuesday woke up and I just did NOT want to go to work. I laid in bed. I lounged around. I just did NOT want to go. My muscles were sore. Nothing major....achy soreness from using them. Actually, not even so much soreness...just an achy overall tired feeling. Worse than anything, I just felt exhausted and worn out.
I made it to work, promising my husband that if I didn't feel up to zumba tonight that I would forgo the fun. I looked at him and just laughed. He should know by now that I know how to stop and take care of myself. I'm not a sadist. (OK, maybe my three hours of exercise from Monday states otherwise).
By 11:30 I was STARVING. I sat and thought about it a while....and at 11:30 I realized that it was a true hungriness. I pulled out and emergency pack of pretzels that I keep at my desk. I looked at the calorie count. Holy moley! 230 calories! I typically only eat 1300 calories a day. That 230 would be a huge percentage of my daily calorie allotment. I looked at MPF to see where I stood. I had room for 1/2 of the bag. I WANTED those pretzels. I debated. I wanted the whole bag! I wanted to eat every pretzel and then lick the bag clean. I warred with myself. I KNEW I was hungry. I knew I wanted to eat. But I know where I want to be in life and in this weight loss journey.
As badly as I wanted...I didn't do it. I got out a napkin and laid it out on my desk. I dumped the contents of the bag out and I started counting out the pretzels. One in the bag, one in the pile..bag pile...bag pile...bag pile....back and forth. (Actually I think I counted by twos...I'm smart that way ya know). I quickly folded the 1/2 bag of pretzels and put them aside. I ate my half bag and that did the trick. That snack held me off until it was time for my lunch (I typically eat a later lunch, especially on zumba nights). I'm extremely proud of me for counting out the pretzels AND only eating 1/2 of the bag!