A friend of mine and I decided to declare today No Soda Day (or No Pop Day, since that is what she calls it!) I had hot tea with my breakfast and brought unsweet tea with me to work to get me through the day. It’s hard to break a long-time habit, but I’m determined to make it to the end of the day with no soda. And without strangling anyone in soda-withdrawal rage. I can’t promise anything, though.
My legs are wobbly today from the leg workout I did last night. I’m still in the stage of having to make myself workout, and I struggle not to watch the clock and wish the workout was over already, but I know that will change as I get stronger and fitter.
Yesterday my fiance and I went to our kids’ school orientations, which were timed just as inconveniently as humanly possible, right smack at lunch time, when we have an hour drive each way to Hickville, home of the most inbred population in the world.
By the time we finished there, it was well after 2, and we still hadn’t eaten lunch. My fiance asked the dangerous question: “Where do you want to stop for lunch?”
AAAAAAAH! Eating out is a huge trigger for me. I panicked and wanted to shriek for him to just drive straight home, and I’d eat there. Instead I told him I wanted to stay on my diet, so he suggested a place with a salad bar. I am so proud of both us! We both got the salad bar, and I even ordered unsweet tea instead of soda.
I don’t want to break this streak I’m on. I know I don’t look any different yet, but I feel very different. I want to keep making myself proud.
Sweat & Sparkle 