My temporary employment with the census has ended and Ed has still not landed a job. Not good. I totally enjoyed the experience. I met some very nice people and it was good for me to use my brain again in a different way than the stay-at-home-mom way I’ve been thinking for the past 6 years.
I was still able to keep my workout schedule for the most part, and my eating was on track except for one very bad week. Ed is in awesome shape as he has been in the gym 4 days a week with his unfortunate open schedule. I was working so hard to get below 180 pounds, as I have gained a few since the show. But, I had a baby shower and ate poorly and never recouped that week.
It was the worst setback I have had in a long time. I let myself go a whole week, which is way too long to be eating without good conscience. By the end of the week, I knew I had a neighbor’s party on Saturday and then a Father’s Day BBQ at my house. With those temptations, I just let go until Monday.
My plan was to get back to my proper habits and hit the gym hard on Monday, as I was even slacking in my trips to the gym that week (which is so unlike me.) Monday did not go as planned, as you could imagine. My daughter stepped off the deck improperly and sprained her ankle at the BBQ the night before. She missed school the next day and had to keep her ankle elevated. My son was already done with school, and Ed was on a very long trip for couple of days to visit a friend. All of that combined with PMS, (sorry for the T.M.I.) which did not equate to me being back in the zone.
I felt bad for my daughter (and myself) and wanted to do something nice. What did we all use for comfort? Food, of course. I had a box of brownie mix that I had intended to make for the Father’s day BBQ, but never got around to it. But I do know myself, and yes, I wanted to do something nice for my daughter, but who were those brownies really for? I knew my kids would have some, but by the end of the day mommy would have devoured the rest.
I poured the mix into the bowl and turned on the kitchen TV. I turned on to my favorite 3pm show, and what did I see but the first segment of what I know is my episode. Cool! We’re on TV again! I had to think of who had been asking me to see the show that had missed it. My new friends at work and of course, my mom would want to see it again. I make a few calls. By then, my segment was on and I was standing in the kitchen with the bowl of brownie mix and watching my segment again on the 13” analog TV, while my kids watch their favorite cartoon on the 47” flatscreen in the den. But hey, whatever, it’s not like it was the first air!
Watching the show again and looking at the brownie mix gave me a sense of guilt like nothing else. How can I be inspiring others to be healthy while I’m about to scoff what I’m sure to be most of the pan once it’s made? I tossed the mix into the garbage (my kids didn’t know I was making them) and watched the rest of my episode with swelled eyes. I remembered the sense of pride I had felt being on stage and wanted to shake myself for the way I had been eating.
Watching my re-air totally by coincidence was just the kick in the pants I needed to get my head back into the game. I went to the gym the next day and have been eating properly ever since. I know I gained more than a few and have not gotten on the scale, but I can tell by my clothes that I still need to do some damage control. But like I’ve said in the past you forgive your slip-ups and move on, which is what I have done. Thank you Dr. Oz for re-airing my episode when I needed it most.