After my self-righteous diatribe yesterday on the importance of good nutrition, I promptly went out and ate a döner kebap. Since I can’t have gluten, I had the döner over lettuce instead of in pita bread. I’m sure the salad would have been healthy, had it not been drenched in creamy yogurt-dill sauce and topped with roasted lamb. Did I mention the vanilla milkshake?
Good nutrition wasn’t my only problem yesterday. I was also so dehydrated, my seven year-old proclaimed, in a room full of people, that my lips looked blue. He helpfully repeated it while I fake laughed. The dehydration may have been because of the frigid wind sucking all the moisture out of the air. It could have been the high salt content of the döner. It could also have been because I couldn’t find my lip balm (I’m certain lip balm cures dehydration). Or, it might’ve had something to do with that pot of coffee I drank at home before going to coffee group.
It’s no wonder I felt sluggish when hitting the treadmill at 6pm last night. I logged four miles while Doctor Who and Romana retrieved the first segment of the Key to Time.
A couple of things occurred to me because of yesterday’s experience. One is that if I’m going to run for 26.2 miles, I need to drink enough water to keep from looking hypothermic (and to keep from passing out on the course). I’m also not going to beat myself up every time a döner falls into my lap, figuratively speaking.
This is real life we’re talking about. I have done the no-carb diet, the low-carb diet, the low-fat diet, the frozen Watchers of Weight diet–I even did the cabbage soup diet (twice–yuck!). While I lost weight each time, I could not maintain it for a lifetime. I don’t know what my eating habits will be like ten years from now, but I don’t think I’ll be giving up Starbucks or Häagen-Dazs any time soon. For me, moderation, except in the fruit & veggie realm, is the real key to time.
Miles: 4 running, plus 1/2 walking.
Terrain: still smooth and flat. Felt a pain on the underside of my left heel. I told the pain to go away, and it did. This surprised me, since my dog doesn’t even obey me that quickly.
TV show: the bad costumes were amusing, but I’d rather be outside.
Overall feeling: Blech! But I’m glad I ran.
Extra: did some ab work and weights, which were lighter than soup cans. It’s a start!