If I were Colbert, I'd put Subway on notice.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
I really tried! I promise I did! I had 25 minutes before I had to be back in the classroom at 5:30 to teach for a 3 hour stretch, after working since 7:30 this morning. Until 9pm to eat dinner was out of the question. I was feeling a little woozy.
I work on a very small campus so my poor little microwave dinner was tragically melting with the only microwave on campus locked up securely in the "cafe". But I wasn't going to blow this! I made a mad dash to Subway. Everything was going fine--until I walked in to 5 people standing in line before me being served by one guy who may very well have been taking massive doses quaaludes. This. Guy. Was. Slow. With 15 minutes left before class an the line not a budgin', I dashed to the very next available place: Sonic. Bad idea, but I was starting to a headache, ya know?
With trepidation, I entered my mistake into the nutrition tracker, and by the grace of Medusa, I had not gone over a single goal except one: fat (by 5 grams).
That was at 5:25. It is now 9pm. I am just now home from a 13.5-hour, nonstop day. My kneejerk reaction is to fix a second dinner--since I inhaled the first one so quickly on my way back to campus, I'm questioning whether or not the event actually took place. That is how I've always unwound. Make dinner, plop it on my oversized belly while I watch House Hunters International, and fantasize about how one day I want to look like the kind of woman who would live in the islands, wearing that sun dress, etc., etc., all the while mindlessly shoving whatever processed food I could heat up the quickest.
That's how I've always unwound.
What I should do is read a little before bed and then get some well-deserved sleep, all so I can start this whole process over again at 5:30 in the morning.
I have a chance to start a new habit--to retrain my knees to jerk in a knew direction. Right now. This moment...