One Of Those Negative Days Where I Ate Too Much And Moved Too Little.
I’ve given up on my career as a film reviewer. The maker of the Barkley Marathons tweeted me over night in response to my review and I’m a little embarrassed by it.
Didn’t want to run tonight but I made it.
It was bitterly cold outside and I’d eaten so much shit today that it just seemed futile.
But I did it and it was good to get out there. In my shorts and t-shirt. A group of young hoodlums started cheering me on at Phillip Lane by shouting “GET IT GET GET GET IT!!!!!”. Pretty funny.
I’ve been working hard for the past week as I’m into the last week of my contract and I want to finish strong so that everyone is happy. I haven’t been making many good food choices. In fact I think I’ve had 3 things all week that haven’t been chocolate.
I wish I was joking. I don’t handle stress well.
I need to keep positive. I only did 4 miles tonight but it’s the 4 to 5 mile runs that allowed me to run 45 miles last week relatively easily.
Eating like shit makes me feel that way too. I understand that now. Rewarding myself with a weight problem is the behaviour of a madman. I only eat to distract myself. It works for maybe 2 minutes maximum and then I’m even more trapped within myself and my cycle and my body.
It’s better to face this shit head on like I did with my drinking than to distract myself and hope it resolves itself.
I know I’m going to get another period where I eat well and I need to make the most of it this time and hopefully make it stick and keep the progress. This blog isn’t very inspiring if I’m still struggling with exactly the same problems I had 5 years ago.
If I stopped sweating the small shit in life, that’d make a huge difference.