Week 3

This was a hard week for me.  I decided to go the trainer route because I know myself well enough that I need that accountability.  I know that I need to see someone at least weekly to see me and check in on my progress.  I went in to see Linus and unfortunately he had a sick relative and couldn't make it to have our work out.  So I ended up doing cardio for the day.  I was selfishly disappointed that I didn't get a full work out in.

I was also very nervous because my wife was going to be going on a girls trip this weekend.  In trips past when my wife  would go on trips I would decide that my life could become an all you can eat buffet.  I would be hungry all day and eat everything in sight.  I was nervous because some more accountability would be lacking.  On Wednesday nights I have class so I never work out on Wednesdays.  I didn't "feel like" it on Thursday.  And then came the weekend and my wife was out of town.  I didn't work out at all over the weekend.  I didn't eat horrible but I didn't eat like I should.  There was no fast food for me or anything like that.  I went out to a restaurant and actually tried to order healthy food.  I ordered the Santa Fe Chicken with grilled veggies and a sweet potato.  Little did I know that Santa Fe slathers their chicken in cheese or that grilled veggies literally float in butter.  The really sad part is I wanted a burger and I probably would have been just as well off having a burger versus what I ate.  I also went out with my father in law and had a Philly Cheese steak at a local pub/bar.

The good news is that on Sunday I did go out and play ultimate frisbee.  That only meant that I worked out twice for the ENTIRE week.  That is no dice.

Accountability for me, especially when starting new things is absolutely what I need to keep on track.  Loosing two huge forms of accountability was more than I could handle this early on in my quest to get healthy.  It is ultimately me who has to do the work.  I can't blame anyone but myself for the lack of time in the gym or the lack of discipline while eating.  Honestly I don't at all hate what I'm eating.  The truth of the matter is the longer I go eating well the better I feel.