I spent yesterday sleeping in, taking the dogs for a leisurely walk, working on some outdoor projects and processing Saturday's race. I felt myself battling between being at peace with it and feeling utterly demolished.
And then today, back at work, I had to repeatedly explain my poor showing to lots of different people who wanted to know how I had done. Most were incredibly supportive but it didn't make me feel any better.
I then made the decision that I was going to take some time off from running. That turned into a decision that I wasn't going to run anymore EVER. And then, like the fucked in the head chick that I am, I went out and ran 4 miles and ran/walked another 2.
It helped me get out of my head some and I ate a healthy lunch and didn't feel snacky at all.
I came home and Marc and I hopped on the bikes and went for a short ride.
We got home and I could smell the rice and veggies that Marc had put in the rice cooker - he cooked up some Swai to pair with it while I hit the shower.
So as I sit here, I feel like I've had a really successful, healthy day, both food wise and fitness wise.
If I could have days like this consistently, the weight would fall off like the panties off of a prom queen!
But that's my problem! I seem to have 1-2 days of this and then I fall face first into a vat of peanut butter or a handful of chocolate.
It feels good to start a Monday off right - let's hope Tuesday follows suit.