Broken up rollercoaster
I’m really really tired. This whole emotion thing after a break up sucks. I made myself a healthy breakfast this morning (scrambled eggs) but still got to work and ate a scone. And then another one at 11am. Was I really hungry? The first time, yes (maybe) but the second time, probably not. It was more distraction than hunger. I’ve barely drunk much water (although I have had 3 cups of green tea) so I need to start throwing that back to get my hydration back up.
Ugh. I did go to the gym last night and spent 35 minutes on the treadmill (random setting, level 4, 4.0 mph) but I was wiped and skipped the rest of the planned workout in favour of laundry, speaking to the folks back home and sleeping. But another restless night so I’m still tired.
But as the gurus from It’s Called a Breakup because it’s Broken say,
Drowning your sorrows in the comforts of excess won’t get him back — it’ll only make you fatter, drunker, and sadder. Not that there’s anything wrong with being fat, drunk, and sad — after all, look how it worked out for Ernest Hemingway.
So I have training again with Joe the Devil tonight and even though I’m sore from Monday’s session and I’m tired and I’m grumpy and would rather sit on the couch with paella (roomie’s cooking tonight) and a Corona and watch America’s Next Top Model, I will go and I will train HARD. Plus the seratonin boost from exercise can only be good, right?!
Work it out!
Okay, so I have given in to my need for chocolate today – double chocolate chip muffin this morning, piece of birthday cake this afternoon, but all is not lost. Tonight, I’m meeting N at the gym and I will work all those emotions out.
It’s funny how over the past 5 months, exercise has become something so important to me. I’m not going to lie – there are definitely days where I really don’t want to go to the gym. But having my trainer there forces me to work out and work out HARD. Last night, despite feeling exhausted and stressed, I spent 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer and 1 hour with my trainer, working myself to exhaustion. He really pushes me further than I would ever push myself. More squats, heavier weights, more sets. But it’s such a good feeling at the end of it all and I’ve definitely seen results.
So tonight, I will work it out and get myself puffing. Get all those emotions exhausted 
Emotions eating me up
It’s easy to stay on course when things are going your way. There’s plenty of time to exercise and eat right. But when your emotions take a beating, things aren’t so easy.
Case in point: I broke up with my boyfriend last night. It sucks, but it had to happen. This morning: no appetite for a healthy brekkie. Instead, had a handful of chocolate drizzled ricecakes (only 90 calories) and a big double chocolate chip muffin at work. I do, however, have a cup of green tea to wash it down. Ugh. I know that my usual eggs or fruit and cottage cheese is a much healthier way to start the day, but I really needed the seretonin boost.
I suppose the question that remains is does chocolate really improve mood or is it a psychological boost? Are we conditioned to crave sweet and chocolate when our mood drops? Or are we drawn to foods that we associate with comfort?
I’m not usually an emotional eater but chocolate is the one thing that I crave, whether I’m stressed or sad. And right now I’m sad and trying to get through a workday without mascara trails down my face. And for that, double chocolate chip muffins may be the only solution.
Hello world UPDATED!
So … whew. Another blog started but this one has a definite focus. This is me and my attempt to stay on course with my fitness and health. So far, this year’s new year’s resolution to get fit and stay healthy has lasted an extraordinary 4 months but there is always a temptation to fall off the wagon.
A bit about me:
I'm a twenty-something Aussie who was living in Canada and has now moved to New Zealand and trying to be somewhat strong and healthy while I navigate the perils of living with my Boy, freelancing and planning a long-distance wedding without losing my mind. Welcome!
