As if life weren’t challenging enough, I signed up for the strength & nutrition challenge at the box. This “stupid-easy” challenge has turned out to be a battle of wills between my healthy new self and the slothful old self who occasionally wakes up, yawns, and inhales a portion of pommes mit mayo.
I blame it on the health clinic.
You would think a place where getting people ‘healthy’ would have more fresh options besides bananas and chocolate.
I have to credit the little cafe though–it’s probably the only place in Germany that doesn’t sell alcohol, though that might be due to its proximity to the drug rehab facility.
But you can buy your cigarettes, schnitzel, pommes, soda and ice cream.
My new self would carry an emergency pack of tuna in her purse; but I haven’t become as organized as I’d like to be. Like spores, my ‘to-do’ list asexually reproduces every time I turn my back. I don’t even bother writing things on my calendar any more until after the fact.
Thus, I am failing the challenge so far.
However, I have learned that this nutrition thing really does work. My worst WODs this past month were ALWAYS after I’d been eating badly.
Ironically, the worse I eat, the more I sleep. It’s as if my body knows that fat, salt and sugar require more down-time for storage.
So, I am pounding my fist on the table (again) and saying, “Enough!”
From here until my birthday (where I WILL eat cake), I am going to stick to the eating plan.
I have to remind myself that I AM an athlete–and by the way, I have a mountain marathon in September. I can’t pack on any weight at all–even muscle or my knees will go on strike.
It’s hard to get rid of old habits. But I need to keep in mind the person I want to be. This is a huge time of transition in my life, and I’ve got to start snipping the strings of things that are holding me back, which in this case, means french fries.
This challenge has proven more difficult than I thought it would be. But I want to get rid of my cravings, and I want to give my body the very best so I can perform the best.
I’ve discovered that nutrition really does affect all areas of my life. When I’m eating properly, my mind feels sharper, I’m more energetic, and this sounds strange, but when I look in the mirror, my eyes seem brighter. If I DO get that face-to-face interview for the job that I want, then I want to be at my very best.
When I feel good, I’m more confident, and I can handle the pressures life is throwing at me.
When I feel bad (from eating junk), I become a weepy puddle. That’s not a good look for me.
So, after I finish drinking my coffee this morning, IF I’m hungry, I’ll go find some fresh veggies to fuel my day.
I know my old self is going to rear her ugly head; and I can anticipate a fight.
May the best girl win.