Normally, I have a pretty good workout and diet routine that works for me. I watch what I eat very closely during the week, so that on the weekends I can eat whatever I want and still maintain. And I try to work out every day during the week, so on the weekends, I can let go a little bit. Since I'm alone during the week anyway, and since until last week I hadn't been working, it worked really well.
Last week, I fell of the wagon, so to speak. I had my best friend in town, so naturally, the diet slipped (it can't be good for you, calorically speaking, to drink one bottle of champagne and 3 bottles of wine in one night. There were just two of us). That, along with ice cream, pizza, and laying out by the pool rather than exercising definitely meant I only got in two workouts last week. Then I had to go to New York for the weekend, and I was really busy there, so naturally, no workout.
One week wouldn't kill me though. The problem is, I'm one of those people. You know the ones. The ones who can be very, very good for a long time...but as soon as they fall off the wagon, they can't get back on. I'm one of those.
If I skip Mondays...then I skip Tuesdays and Wednesdays too. I mean...what's the point, right? My whole week is messed up anyway!
That's what happened to me this week. Monday, I was tired and didn't feel very good (stupid allergies) so I skipped my regular CrossFit class. Tuesday, I became obsessed with fixing the blog, so I skipped once again. After all, I'd skipped Monday, right? Bad move. Wednesday, I was seeing a repeat of Tuesday-- I didn't wake up in time to catch the morning CrossFit, and then I ended up (legitimately) being stuck in the house waiting for a phone call from work, causing me to miss the noon class. Of course, I couldn't go in the evening, because I had a work event. It got to be around 2 p.m. I had already had my call. I was answering e-mails, and I realized I'd soon enough have to leave for DC. I decided to buck my "if I don't workout Monday, I don't workout the whole week" trend, and I at least headed down to the gym in my apartment.
It wasn't much. I was just on the elliptical for about 30 minutes and then did my ab routine...but it got me back on track. It's just made me realize more and more how important Mondays are for me. No more skipping Mondays!
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Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Fitness Friday
I read in a Women's Health once that women who are married or in long-term relationships have a more difficult time keeping their weight down than single women. And contrary to popular belief, the reason given was not because women got comfortable and let themselves go. The reason, according to the article, is that when women live with a man, they tend to eat what he eats, and because men in general need more calories than women, the women gained weight.
I have also noticed that the Marines have changed my guy's eating habits. For starters, he spends a lot of the day in some sort of physical activity. Add to it the fact that they're incredibly busy and do not have time to eat regular meals throughout the day, and he now approaches food much like how I imagine a hunter-gatherer would: if it's there, and available, he'll eat it until it's gone. Another difference that has taken some getting used to for me is that he now eats fast food, which we never used to eat in our former life. During OCS, when they actually were not fed regularly as part of the torture (errr....I mean, training) they were undergoing, the guys would actually immediately head to McDonald's on base as soon as they were secured for 24 hour liberty to scarf down as many Big Macs and French fries as they could before heading back to prison (I mean, the barracks).
When I first heard this new obsession with McDonald's (and Wendy's and Chick-Fil-A, and whatever else is out there), I was very, very surprised. We managed to date for four years and eat most of our meals together in that time, and never once eat fast food before he headed off to OCS (okay, so there was that one time when we decided to drive from Memphis to New Orleans and didn't have time to eat lunch before we left...but seriously, one time in four years). In fact, we had always talked about how much we didn't like fast food, and how unhealthy it was. But, on our drive down to Williamsburg we were hungry, and we stopped at...you guessed it...McDonald's. We also ate dessert on that trip...a lot. I started noticing that now, whenever we are together, he will always order dessert. And I will always eat it. I started panicking, thinking of that article-- is it in my future to gain a ton of weight?
I started to realize that, if the study is correct, Military wives (and wives of other men who work physically-demanding jobs) have it even harder than other wives. If women have the tendency to adopt their partners' eating habits, and Military men are eating anything that's in front of them to make up for all the calories they burn while on the job, then all of a sudden, I can see how it is very easy for Military wives to end up overweight, particularly as the stresses of small children and constantly changing routines are added on.
What do you think? Do you think that the Women's Health article was correct and we should be worried?
I have also noticed that the Marines have changed my guy's eating habits. For starters, he spends a lot of the day in some sort of physical activity. Add to it the fact that they're incredibly busy and do not have time to eat regular meals throughout the day, and he now approaches food much like how I imagine a hunter-gatherer would: if it's there, and available, he'll eat it until it's gone. Another difference that has taken some getting used to for me is that he now eats fast food, which we never used to eat in our former life. During OCS, when they actually were not fed regularly as part of the torture (errr....I mean, training) they were undergoing, the guys would actually immediately head to McDonald's on base as soon as they were secured for 24 hour liberty to scarf down as many Big Macs and French fries as they could before heading back to prison (I mean, the barracks).
When I first heard this new obsession with McDonald's (and Wendy's and Chick-Fil-A, and whatever else is out there), I was very, very surprised. We managed to date for four years and eat most of our meals together in that time, and never once eat fast food before he headed off to OCS (okay, so there was that one time when we decided to drive from Memphis to New Orleans and didn't have time to eat lunch before we left...but seriously, one time in four years). In fact, we had always talked about how much we didn't like fast food, and how unhealthy it was. But, on our drive down to Williamsburg we were hungry, and we stopped at...you guessed it...McDonald's. We also ate dessert on that trip...a lot. I started noticing that now, whenever we are together, he will always order dessert. And I will always eat it. I started panicking, thinking of that article-- is it in my future to gain a ton of weight?
I started to realize that, if the study is correct, Military wives (and wives of other men who work physically-demanding jobs) have it even harder than other wives. If women have the tendency to adopt their partners' eating habits, and Military men are eating anything that's in front of them to make up for all the calories they burn while on the job, then all of a sudden, I can see how it is very easy for Military wives to end up overweight, particularly as the stresses of small children and constantly changing routines are added on.
What do you think? Do you think that the Women's Health article was correct and we should be worried?
