What a difference a carb makes! I apologise to anyone in the gym while I was training yesterday. BAD DAY. So hungry waiting to eat my lunch the only way I can describe it when I finally do get to eat is when you see a mother bird feeding her young in the nest. They all scrapple and can’t get it fast enough. That’s how my stomach is when I put food in it. It gurgles and I feel unsteady and have to feed it slowly so that it digests properly. The urge to just shove it down my neck is strong but I know I have to take me time. Well yesterday’s lunch didn’t really fill me up much and then I had legs to train. Hubbie pushed me through last week’s leg day which I hated but yesterday I didn’t know whether I wanted to be sick or curl up in a ball and cry. The RAAAAR had gone, I had no energy to growl myself through. I plugged myself in, told him to leave me alone and pushed myself through a 80% workout. But I didn’t care it wasn’t full pelt, I resented every rep and every set and if it wasn’t the imminent guilt I would feel afterwards I would have called it a day and gone home. We had a chat and changed a few things for next week. Had to pick Aaron up then so made sure I had some potato in my snack with him. It took a while to kick in and 2hrs later I could feel myself draining again so I added another helping into my evening meal and didn’t bother weighing my fish. An hour later I felt normal. It was a clear choice between ripping my son’s head off or eating extra potato? No brainer! Jeese man yesterday was tough. I feel normal this morning and a little bit guilty about it, but not too much…
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 08:25:54 +0000
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