Sunday, July 28, 2013

My Day of Reckoning

With recent travel demands I’ve witnessed a decline in my fitness commitment. It wasn’t an overnight failure – it is one that in hindsight was a gradual slipping of discipline. Here’s the breakdown of my breakdown.

Week 1 trip – very committed to not letting work and travel get in the way of my fitness goals. I was actively doing my WODs and running up to 4.5 miles 3x per week. I kept up the running, and got creative for getting workouts done at my hotel. The commitment to carving out time to get my workouts in definitely went hand-in-hand with my food choices. Without being too much of a fuddy duddy – I managed to make smart choices while remaining discreet with my intentions. I’ve learned people (especially during happy hour) don’ t really want to be aware of my thoughts about the menu.

Week 2 trip – still committed – still running, but energy definitely slipping. I have more evening entertaining to do on this trip and the nights are getting later and later. I still managed to get in 3 runs that week – but they were only 3 miles each time – and the last run was pathetic re: time. My workouts were affected by other choices (two words – Japanese Karaoke). I was pretty pleased with my efforts. Food-wise was still consciously opting for lean proteins and veggies. And then it happened – the really late nights started adding up. Not just from staying out late, but staying up late to get work done around the meeting schedule. Too many nights of seeing midnight on my computer screen. I started adjusting my alarm clock. 4 am turned to 5 turned to 6 and the desire for sleep won out over going for a run or working out. Starting the day sluggish made poor choices easier to make. Scrambled eggs became pancakes. Grilled chicken and veggies became hamburgers and fries and when the desserts came out at dinner – I was like “bring it on!” 

Week 3 trip – almost didn’t even pack my running shoes, but I managed to convince myself I was going to run. I was heading to our TX office – so I feel really safe and familiar with the area for solo runs – and I really didn’t have an excuse to not to. By this point I really wanted get back to feeling great. I do function at a higher level of productivity when my workouts and nutrition are on track. Well – the best laid plans…. The running shoes never saw pavement the 3 days I was there. Happy hours were extremely Happy, and I didn’t do myself any favors by tossing nutrition discipline out the window when it came to meals. I returned home exhausted, puffy and with a sugar addiction rearing its ugly head.

So I know all the magazines say – shake it off, forgive yourself and move on. Luckily I’m off the road for a few months. I’m eager to return to my routine. No matter how ridic my 4am alarm seems to most. It is what works for me. I have to have that workout first thing in the morning. It truly casts the dye for the rest of my day. The WOD fuels better food choices, gives me a head start on getting going, I have more energy throughout the day. By the time I get home to debate dinner, I’ve had the opportunity to layer several positive decisions on top of each other. Those decisions typically carry me through the rest of the evening. On full-force days, I’m more likely to play outside with the kids and laundry and miscellaneous chores feel easier to get done. This weekend is prime example of my attempts derailed. I was still struggling to shrug off the past few weeks, and the proof is that I didn’t get nearly as much done around my house as I typically do. With my oldest off to grandma’s for the week, I should have been able to run circles around myself. But I didn’t. I ate ice-cream instead and still have a pile of laundry to fold. 

Tomorrow is my first day back at Capital City Crossfit in over three weeks. While I’m absolutely dreading the next few days – I know it’s going to hurt. I know I’m going to get frustrated with myself. But what I fear more is what will inevitably happen to me if I don’t get back there ASAP. I’m aware that I’m perched on a slippery slope. I fear complacency and poor health more than I fear the WOD. 

No comments:

Post a Comment