The natural inclination when you’re out and about is to eat luxuriously. The day I wrote this rowing machine column update was the first day I ate any pizza at all in over eighteen months. I ordered it mostly by mistake, as I thought the chicken alfredo flatbread was a spaghetti pasta with flatbread rather than the pizza I received. I went with it anyways. Would I have ordered or eaten it under normal circumstances?
The trick, then, if I’m outside my regular routine is to indulge intentionally. I could eat the big meal tonight but I won’t tomorrow. Counting calories works well for me, but without that granular sense of self-micromanagement, I should just be more careful.
I don’t have a scale to refer to out here.
Maybe I can find one, but the variables will be different. I usually weigh in naked on Sunday mornings after I wake up and pee, before drinking coffee and defecate, so it’s a fairly stable measurement. Here, I’d be in my gym clothes after getting some coffee and water.
Subtract a pound? Or don’t weigh in at all?
This vacation, were it one where I couldn’t exercise at all, would be more calorie counting centric. I ate the whole pizza because, admittedly, I was feeling indulgent and gluttonous, but the grease running through my system reminded me why I don’t eat pizza.
I hadn’t had gas like that in a while.
Since my fitness goals aren’t about being in amazing shape, I don’t normally mind if I eat too much. My Wii Fit weigh-ins have been great for helping me manage my weight, except I haven’t found a good variable control. Maybe I should weigh in during my morning rows?
But that’s the thing: my fitness is a casual thing.
I missed my two sets today because I was visiting with family and the Sunday hours weren’t in my favor. I’m not overly concerned about it. It’s unfortunate, yes, but that just means balancing out today’s gluttony with more discipline tomorrow. Or, ideally, today.
I could have ordered a salad.
Maybe it was my own imagination of wanting to not seem uptight with distant relatives and wanting to try out a restaurant’s offerings led me toward gluttony. Actually, no, I ate two fast food chicken sandwiches for lunch. This means I’ve been stressed.
Yesterday and today were a little stressful.
OK, working backwards from that can help me identify the stress eating that led my mind toward eating the whole pizza versus half or the salad. Expectations versus reality, anxiety, or other factors could have been the cause. Then it’s a matter of deciding how best to resolve that stress.
Situational: address the stress.
Environmental: get outside yourself. Watch a movie, read a book, walk around town, and forget about yourself and your problems for one hour. Not much more is needed, I’ve found, to get back on an even keel.
Emotional: don’t let other’s chaos interrupt your internal peace.
|Sources: My fitness experiences.|
|Inspirations: Another essay because they’re quick to write exploring my overall physical health.|
|Related: Past weekly column entries.|
|Picture: Generic picture to save time with a doodle behind it. It’d been a while since I wrote this, so I forgot it was centered around the one pizza meal as an introduction, but this is what I remember most in terms of food from my trip. The ROW “windows” are also of a more tropical climate because why not dress it up a little?|
|Written On: September 30th [30 minutes]|
|Last Edited: October 10th [5 minutes]|