Super Size Me

Returned today from six days in the Ozarks. Nothin like a little southern fried comfort food for the soul. Said to my husband as we were planning...I can't leave until I workout with Michael. I know we usually get on the road earlier, but I can't miss a workout. He was very understanding and I did indeed get a workout in. Of course it was intense. Lots of squatting. My legs hurt bad. It didn't help that we then rode in the car for three hours. I was stretching every which way. The next day we were in the car for thirteen hours. My legs didn't quit hurting until Tuesday which was three days later. Those squats must be some kind of wonderful. Mind you we were in the car for all of those hours, but we never left the state of Missouri. We ended our thirteen hours at Lamberts. Holy Cow!!! I ate soooo much. Seriously...if you wait an hour and a half and people are throwing food at you...who can't eat intensely? One splurge meal wouldn't have been bad, but it went south quickly...the next morning for breakfast and every morning after we had Dunkin donuts. There was more fried chicken, McDonald's, Taco Bell, ice cream...and not one...no not one workout session. We didn't even go on a hike. There was no exercise. It was eat, sit, sleep, repeat for six days.

I watched the movie Super Size Me a couple of years ago and I can totally relate to how that guy felt. I feel like a slug. I feel like I'm sweating grease. I feel guilty and irritable. Truly irritable. I ran into my trainer tonight and he asked me how bad I ate and I told him really bad. REALLY REALLY BAD!!! I can't wait to hit the gym tomorrow. As a matter of fact I might hit it more than once. I have another training session on Saturday and I can't wait. I want to get back on track. I feel icky. Who knew that one week could make such a difference in how I feel? WHAT WAS I THINKING???