I lasted for months counting every gram of fat, protein and carb entering my body and being within +/- gram target a day. Don’t understand now that I’m at the lowest weight ever why I’m struggling with the same to break into this ab six pack and just lean out a little more. Every time I get to my lowest weight, I totally sabotage myself. This week, on my workout day off, during a snowstorm, I stopped into the grocery store and walked out with a bag of Lays Salt/Vineger and some Lindt truffles (^&*&&^!!) and ate them on the hour drive home. I’m standing at the register thinking this could be a great day or a bad day and I should put them back as I do not have self control with this type of crap in the house (or car as it may be). My tongue is still burning from the salt and vineger.
I know that no matter what shape you are in, the quality of food makes you feel better and perform better.
I know that I’ll feel bad later.
Do I not care about getting this six pack?
My boss told me I’m half the woman he hired yesterday (my husband told me I should have responded with I’m twice the woman you hired!). I did my workout run last night – an hour intervals ~5.2 miles in the dark on semi-icy roads.