This weekend has been a bit of a mess for me.
I had a personal training session on Friday night that almost killed me. It was a legs day, and I got into the squat rack for the very first time! I was incredibly proud of myself, even though I was only squatting the bar with no additional weights. I also did deadlifts between sets, and after the first three sets I honestly thought I was going to die. My trainer let me take a lap around the gym as a “rest” before doing our last set. Then we moved onto the leg curl machine and interspersed it with wall sits (a minute at a time). Seriously, I thought my legs were going to murder me by the time we were through.
Then, yesterday, I woke up at 1:30 PM, had some peanut butter and toast and then went to the gym and did an hour on the bike. I should have eaten more after the gym, but I went and did errands instead, which was definitely a mistake. I forgot I was meeting up with an old friend for drinks/dinner, and she decided she wanted to go out earlier to a cute Mexican place I like. Which was fine, except that meant I hadn’t had anything but my peanut butter and toast to eat all day until I met her at 5:30. Normally that wouldn’t be so bad, but we were going to Mexican and I have quite the weakness for margaritas. The restaurant has a “low-cal” magarita called a Z-Rita, but after three large ones, I’m not sure they’re so low cal anymore. Plus, what’s low cal for a margarita…like, 200 cals? I had a healthy entree, a chicken breast taco salad with no dressing, but I was so drunk that when I came home, I had a giant glass of wine and cookies with my roommate without even thinking about it. I know I said I wasn’t going to feel guilty about splurging, but this was a far cry from a splurge. I’d even call it a binge. Which really kills me. I know I probably needed those cookies to absorb the copious amounts of booze I consumed, but it still felt bad.
Of course, I know today is a new day. I woke up at 12:30 (with a pretty gnarly hang over) and made myself some scrambled egg whites with a wedge of laughing cow lite cheese and a piece of toast and a very large cup of tea with some almond milk. 278 calories and 26 grams of protein. Which I’ll definitely need, since I have another training session in about 40 minutes. I’m not even that sore, which is odd since I really thought I’d have some bad second day sore legs today. I’m also excited to come back from training and try a green smoothie for the first time. Hopefully I’ll make it through the hour alive. What an essay, right? I guess I just needed to talk it out and sort through my feelings about it. Now that I’ve typed it out, it’s bad, but it’s not crazy bad. I had a ton of fun with my friend, and I can’t feel any guilt over that whatsoever.