'Twas the Day After Christmas
Friday, December 26, 2008
Twas the day after christmas, and I'm feeling like a hippo. That's what happens when you suck down vino and cupcake frosting with reclkess abandon. Like a crack whore, I'm hungover and craving something...maybe pizza? This is what the bad stuff does. Sucks you in with sugar, and the mysteriously vague lure of "artificial flavoring".
It's a temporary high, and the crash is nasty. Toss in a few days with no workout and it's amazing I can even function.
I would love to stand up and say "This day, I will mend my evil cupcake ways", but today isn't the day. It's more than my body, in it's fragile state can bear, and I have no idea what's even in the fridge for dinner. And it's friday. And I would hate to get too cocky with NYEve around the corner.Today I will sit here in a guilty stupor, planning my attack.
Next week we'll begin preparation for the 6 week challenge (no beer!?..maybe) I might just do a day or two, to see how it feels. I seriously need a detox. A big pot of vegy soup tonight? If the weather holds I'll take the bike out tomorow. It will clear my mind, and soothe my sugar-filled soul. It's a reminder of my purpose. If I don't get out and ride, I'll never make 100 miles. And isn't life all about food and cycling anyway?
'Twas the day after christmas, and I think we allow ourselves to overindulge sometimes, just as a reminder as to why it's a bad idea....