The past few days have been challenging for eating healthy, but something has definitely changed with me, because even when faced with crappy choices last night, I didn’t sweat it. We went to see Kooza, the latest Cirque Du Soleil show to come to Boston last night [the best one we've seen live so far!], and I hadn’t eaten dinner, so by the time we got there, I was famished. I got a hot dog, put some mustard on it and called it a night. I could have gotten ice cream, popcorn, candy, a huge pretzel [or all of the above], but I figured of all my choices, a hot dog at least has some protein that will hold me a while. I could have skipped the bun, but I didn’t. When we got home last night we were wired from the show, the traffic, the flooding [former hurricane Hannah, turned tropical storm Hannah... not nearly as bad as they predicted, thank goodness!], so I made some yummy egg drop soup with a little miso, Thai chili sauce, scallions and snow peas. Yum.
Today I didn’t eat enough, but I did have a couple of buckwheat pancakes that I made without the sugar and with an extra egg, and some vanilla added to the batter of a store-bought mix. They came out great, and I put a blop of Greek-style yogurt on top and some sliced kiwi, peach and banana. Normally I would either, a) skip the pancakes or, b) eat 3 or 4 of them with lots of butter and syrup. I’m learning the joys of compromise and moderation, and starting to leave behind my ‘all-or-nothing’ mentality. It’s finally starting to become more natural for me.
I’ve also noticed I’m not as impulsive and I’m slowly shedding my unnecessary perfectionism. I washed my car today – normally I’d be scraping off every little dot of tar on the bottom of my doors with my finger nails and being compulsive about drying every last drop so I don’t get spots, cleaning all the windows inside and out and also all the door frames… nevermind vacuuming, dusting, wiping down every surface… needless to say, it turns washing the car into an event of a few HOURS. Today I just soaped it up, rinsed and sprayed some tire foam on the tires after I scrubbed off my rims. I missed a spot or two here and there and had to stop myself and think, “it doesn’t matter. Leave it…” and I did after a few deep breaths. lol
Now, if only I could get my ass to bed at a reasonable hour, everything else would just be easier… waking up, getting a full workout in before work and actually getting to work on time… I think now that I have my eating habits elevated to higher standards, it’s time to tackle my sleeping standards. 6 hours does not cut it…. [and it's 12:48 am right now on a 'school night'... time to sign off!!!]. ;)
