Confessions of a Serial Dieter: Part I
Working Out Versus Food
Today Katie came over to workout. It was 6 am. The previous day I had woken up at 5:15 am to walk with another friend, and at noon of yesterday we had done BBG legs. Then at 8, we ran two miles.
We looked groggily at each other. We had once again been overzealous in our pursuit of being in shape. Had we both been hit by a Mac truck? We were tired, our bodies had nothing left to give, and the thought of going to the basement to do drop push-ups and commandos sounded like some special kind of torture.
I tested her commitment to this plan, “It’d be nice to eat breakfast instead.” She replied, “I was thinking McDonald’s.” To which I readily agreed, “I like the way you think.”
The Joys of Feasting
Our moods instantly changed. We were no longer trudging the green mile to our deaths, we were given a new lease on life. Happily, I stripped off my way too tight workout pants, and like a butterfly turning back into a caterpillar, I returned to baggy men’s sweats and a flannel shirt.
This was our favorite thing, canceling am workout plans to eat glorious breakfasts instead. When we got to McDonald’s we ordered not one, but two breakfast sandwiches like a boss, a large iced coffee for her, and a hash brown for me.
The Calorie Reality
When we got home, we joyfully ate our breakfast, and then we sorrowfully logged the calories. We had both consumed over 1100 calories. In no way did we regret our choice, but it certainly made me wonder. Will we ever look like Kayla Itsines? If the price of fitness is to go without these fun adventures, probably not. I don’t know that it is quite worth it. However, I will succeed eventually because this isn’t my everyday. It’s about balance, people.
