So, Tuesdays - all things fitness and weight loss. Maybe next week I'll try to think of a clever name or something. Don't hold your breath though.
Moving right along, today I'm writing to document what happened to me last night, because I want to always remember it for the rest of forever.
Sunday I had a Mary Kay party and just in general spent the entire day doing all things Mary Kay.
Sundays are usually my meal prep days and my cleaning days and my plan-for-the-week days.
However, I knew going into the weekend that I wasn't going to have Sunday to do all of that, so I got all motivated and shit and cleaned like a crazy person on Friday. Then Friday night I spent watching Harry Potter and making my schedule and my lists for this week.
Side Note: I'm so type A.
Side Side Note: I should've spent Friday night prepping blog posts for this week too, damnit. But finding out what was in the Chamber Of Secrets took priority.
Anyway, I didn't want to meal prep on Friday because I didn't want food sitting in my fridge all weekend that I wasn't even going to touch until Monday. It just all made no logical sense to me, so I just decided I'd wing it on Monday and then Monday night I'd meal prep for the rest of the week.
Friday me and Monday me do not see the world in the same way.
Friday me was all rainbows and butterflies thinking "Oh it'll be no problem to meal plan and grocery shop and meal prep Monday night! You don't have to work any late events, you don't have any meetings, you don't have any tv shows on! What else would you be doing? I mean, really?"
But Monday me wanted to stab Friday me in the eye with a fork.
Problem #1 - It was Monday. Who in their right mind wants to grocery shop and cook for the week on a Monday?
Problem #2 - I had a ton of other things I needed to get done last night and none of them included cooking or grocery shopping.
Problem #3 - The BIGGEST PROBLEM.. I'm over it. I did not want to go to the gym Monday morning. I did not want to eat broccoli. I didn't want to eat plain chicken. I didn't want asparagus. I just didn't. I'm over it.
I was walking up and down the isles of the grocery store getting down-right irate. I was just so pissed. I didn't want any of the food I knew I needed to buy and I didn't want to go home and cook it up. I got to the end of the store and had almost nothing in my cart because I was just so mad and I didn't want anything. So there I am, standing in the dairy section taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. I'm totally not kidding when I say that I was legitimately ticked off. It was like I had just gotten in a fight with my sister or something. So I'm doing my count to ten thing and realized how psycho I looked. I'm angry that I have to purchase green beans.
Just re-read that sentence. I was angry and borderline throwing a temper tantrum next to the milk and butter because I had to buy green beans.
So I turned around and went back through the store again and started making choices.
Then I came home and I cooked for an hour and a half.
When I was doing the dishes, I realized the most amazing thing.. I just won that battle.
Before, today would have been a day when I would've given up. I wouldn't have bought broccoli or green beans, because I didn't want broccoli and green beans. I wouldn't have gone home and cooked for the week because I didn't want to go home and cook for the week. I just wouldn't have done any of it. I would've given up and then vowed the next week to start my "healthy lifestyle" all over again.
But yesterday, I won a battle.
And battles win wars.