Not So Chronicle...

I've been MIA from the fitness blog-o-sphere for almost three weeks now.  My little neck of the woods has been painfully quiet because I had started a post back then but wasn't really feeling the topic.  And honestly, I haven't been feeling the workouts either.

I'm seriously burnt out on cardio.  At first, I was loving the 30 minute HIIT sessions but they all involved running on the treadmill because it's too fracking hot outside already!  And I sweat like a horse running for the Triple Crown in the Belmont Stakes even when running in the A\C so 90+ degree, East Texas, blazing hot, 2,000% humidity is definitely not in the cards.  A 30 minute session was heaven after all the one hour runs four days a week for three months but it's become a chore and I just can't get motivated to do it.

So, I went all weights for about a week.  Yeah.  I know.  Stellar try there.  But really, I loved it.  I was burning almost as many calories lifting weights in 30 minutes as I was doing cardio.  After all, I take my weight lifting serious.  Building muscle and getting that heart rate up there...what's not to love?

Then I got stressed out at work and all I've wanted to the past week and a half or so is eat comfort food and come directly home after work and curl up with a great book.  I've been in a ridiculous amount of meetings that are often right smack dab in the middle of when I normally eat my snacks during the day which means by lunch I'm what some call "hamster hungry".  Basically I say it means you are hungry enough to eat your young.  Seriously, I've joked twice this week about eating baby back ribs.  Even Mike Meyers would roll his eyes at the worn out reference.

I've probably eaten Mexican food five times in the last five days.  Two of those occasions came in a single day.  I've had What-a-burger, potato salad and pinto beans balanced with my greek yogurt, protein shakes and a couple of healthy lunches earlier in the week.  I definitely didn't follow an 80/20 rule.  At all.

And I feel like poo about it.  I've allowed emotions to turn me into a mindless eating machine.  I'm trying to set a good example for people and here I go blowing the whole thing out of the water.  I only went to the gym Monday to work out with my trainer for her last week at the gym.  I have to wait until my contract is up before I can move to a new gym and start working out with her again.  But I had no desire to go and it was one of those cases where I knew I wouldn't get much benefit out of going even if I did.

Now I have to get my mindset back on track.  I have to refocus my drive and put my blinders on.  Now that the hubster has joined a gym you'd think this would get easier.  Not when he's the one suggesting Chinese food for dinner.  Good thing I love him all the same.  And the fact that he's supportive, albiet not so diligent, makes it hard to blame him for my slip-ups.

So, my goal, starting tomorrow, is to get out of this funky and get back on track.  Let's all raise our metaphorical beer steins and toast to that.