Mamavation Monday: bounce


Wow… I look a little weird in that video, huh?  I was tired after a long, humid walk.

bouncing basketballI’ve got to tell you, I’m feeling pretty proud of myself this week.  After Saturday’s HORRIBLE eating, I was expecting the typical cycle of guilt and embarrassment.  I’m not going to say I wasn’t at all guilty or embarrassed, but it was different this time.  Of course I wish I hadn’t done it, but for the first time… maybe ever… I was able to walk away from those bad choices like they didn’t matter.  I was able to say with absolutely certainty that this was NOT the beginning of a backslide into bad habits.  I knew without a doubt I’d get back on track, and within 24 hours I was eating healthy foods and walking three miles.

I bounced back with a vengeance, and in some ways this has made that unhealthy, vicious splurge of a day into a positive.  In some ways, Saturdays string of bad nutritional decisions has become a bigger victory than falling numbers on the scale or smaller measurements or more time logged in exercise.

Finally, this is about the journey.

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Exercise and Eating: Earning Food


Yesterday was a fantastic day.  I woke up early and ready to run, and I finished another day of the Couch to 5K program.  I don’t know when I will stop being thrilled every time I complete a day.  Hopefully never.

We had some light snacks at home before heading into DC to see some out of town friends.  We walked two miles from their hotel to have some amazing, delicious Peruvian crispy chicken with yuca fries at La Granja de Oro.  If you’re ever anywhere near Adams Morgan in DC, do not miss this place.  The chicken was perfectly spiced, with light crispy skin that I loved.  After the great late lunch/early dinner, we went around the corner for ice cream before heading another three miles into downtown to see the Cherry Blossoms.

All in all I walked/jogged 8 miles yesterday, which meant I didn’t have to think twice about the crispy chicken, the ice cream, or even the root beer float that Aaron and I shared on the way home.  I learned something important.

I don’t want to eat crap all the time, but I do want to feel free to indulge in special treats (like DC chicken or ice cream with friends) without the guilt.  I moved my body, made it work for the food, and it was twice as satisfying because of it.