There was a small chocolate and Trader Joe’s vanilla meringue incident at my writing desk yesterday afternoon.
You know what I’m talking about. Those incidents (and they are merely that, “incidents” as opposed to “epics” – an epic is when you decide to eat poorly for, say, a few months because you blew an afternoon) happen. (See image below. That is an epic.)
Food incidents happen once in a while. They just do. Even when you’re committed to taking care of yourself. Even when you’re committed to working out every 48 hours in 2014 because exercise is medicine. Even when you’re a weight-loss success story and your picture has been on the cover of a health magazine.
Yes, that’s me down there.
The new and improved, 40-pounds-lighter me.
On the cover of a magazine dedicated to health and fitness. Three and a half years before this photo was taken, I weighed 40 pounds more and was basically miserable.
So I’m supposed to have this thing figured out. Right?
Well, I had a meal yesterday that consisted of chocolate and meringues at my desk anyway.
What to do? Should I (a) sleep it off and stay in my pajamas all morning, moping around while simultaneously writing my current project? (b) Coffee up and skip breakfast and lunch to “make up” for it? Or (c) get my buttinski out of bed early and on a spinning bike for a 7 a.m. class at my gym to get myself back in the game pronto, then come home to make a healthy breakfast of hot multigrain cereal with blueberries and a homemade vanilla latte with organic soy milk?
Oh, that last choice sounds very first-world. But trust me, the homemade latte is way cheaper than the coffee shop variety, except that I can’t do the artwork.
So which do you think I chose?
Yes. This one.
Today’s #every48 workout: One-hour spin class at my gym – 7 a.m. to 8 a.m.
Yesterday: Rest day. Except for my poor digestive system. Sorry, tum. I’ll try not to do that again.