I decided to let myself just enjoy my lunch instead of beating myself up though, which was new and kind of cool. It wasn't my choice to go to Fuddruckers, but so what? Sometimes you find yourself in these situations. If I had been more motivated, I would've tried to pick something healthy or looked up the menu beforehand. Well, actually I couldn't look it up beforehand because I didn't know where we were going until we were in the car. But still. Yes, the points were horrendous, but I came home and immediately went on a run (It was about 2 hours later since I'd eaten). I ran 6.5 miles to try to counteract the points explosion. I would've run further because at this point I was in the zone but it was dark and I hate running in the dark around here. Interestingly enough...I wasn't hungry for the rest of the night, so I didn't take in any more points at least, which was also good.
Like I mentioned earlier this week- my leader at Weight Watchers talked about the power of positive thinking and gave us ten little star stickers to use when we messed up this week. She explained that we all have bad days, so when we mess up, this week we should just give ourself a little star and forgive ourself immediately and move on. Mistakes happen, but when you're trying to be perfect all the time (and failing), you end up with a bunch of negative self talk and over time that talk will affect your ability to lose weight and feel good about yourself. So I gave myself a star today and let the whole thing go. It was pretty nice actually, to not stress and feel guilty about the whole thing. And this week is, in my mind, a little better than last week because I still managed to go running and reverse 8 of the points that I'd blown to high heaven, which was more than I did last week.
Of course the run was hard. Well, it was hard, but it wasn't. For those of you who read my blog consistently, you know I love running. I haven't really been running much in the last few months though. It's too dark by the time I'm done working so I usually end up in the gym. So it felt really good to stretch my legs and pump myself. BUT...it was hard because my stomach was full of fatty food. Even though it had been 2 hours, when you eat like that- it just sits there. It takes hours and hours for my body to process that shiz. At one point I thought to myself- this is why when you eat like this (CRAPPY), you don't work out like this (HARD). And when you work out like this, you don't eat like this; Because the two don't compliment each other. I'm glad that I'm starting to feel the difference in my body between eating healthy and working out hard, and eating hard and not working out at all. It's actually quite a huge difference.
Hopefully that's the only star I have to give myself this week.