While I usually strive for excellent nutrition, this weekend I fell off the wagon–and I feel like it ran me over.
I’ve been participating in a strength and nutrition challenge, and I think I probably blew all my progress on one weekend of chocolate eggs, ham and potatoes.
But I reform!
My kids joke about me being a good addict because I always seem to mean it when I say I’m going to quit.
But it’s true this time.
From here on out, no more sugar (and a lot of other stuff on the verboten list).
The problem with being a junkie is that nobody believes you when you say you’re going to quit–you actually have to DO it. Even then they think you’re hiding M&M’s in your sock drawer.
However, before my relapse, I was feeling really good. I was more focused, energetic and I simply felt better overall (despite my dietary infractions with pommes).
I feel like I’ve arrived at a critical moment in my life, where several major events are intersecting, and how I handle them (like in a good time-travel movie) will shape my future–for better or worse.
I opt for better.
It’s easy to get caught up in the high of a single moment, instead of waiting for the rewards of a long-term investment.
No one forced me to eat chocolate eggs; it was a choice I made. A bad one, obviously, but it was still something over which I had control.
I was telling a friend about one of our WODs. I was doing a 100 meter farmers carry when it started hailing. She (not a cross fitter, but I love her dearly) said, “They MADE you go outside anyway?”
“It’s not boot camp,” she replied. “You didn’t have to do it.”
“But it was for time!”
Sometimes you just do stuff–especially with the clock running. Getting ice down my tank top was just another variable that makes Crossfit interesting.
It’s the same thing with marathon training. I run in any kind of weather, except, perhaps, monsoons because I don’t like debris flying at me.
It’s a mindset.
If you think you can’t control your sugar problem, then you will relapse. But if you don’t give yourself an option, then you just might be ok this time.
There are a lot of things I won’t be able to control this week–like getting a face-to-face interview for the job I really want.
But what I can control, I will.
If it means choosing the 16kg kettle bells instead of the 12s, I will. Or at least I’ll try. If it means Just Saying No to pommes, then I’ll do that too.
It all boils down to something our coach asked while I was pressing:
How bad do you want it?
I was fairly happy with the press.
But how badly do I want a new life?
It’s all I can think about anymore.
And that means it’s time to stop talking about it and to dig in and make it happen. The whole course of my future could hinge on what choices I make today.
I want to make the right ones for a change.
I really mean it this time.
Wait and see.