(profanity alert)
Shit.
My trainer called me this morning.
Trainer: "I just wanted to check on how your nutrition is going."
(internal panic)
Me: "Oh, fine, much better. Doing great!"
Trainer: "Okay. Just let me know if you have questions. Your workouts are great but your nutrition is really important as well."
Me: "Oh yeah, absolutely. I am doing fine!"
LIES.
I don't think he believed me either.
At first, I was really angry. I already disclosed my history (although in general) to him and thought he would back off. Then, I thought about it and realized he was right. My eating sucks lately. I ate large bowls of ice cream twice a day all weekend. I know I did it primarily because I was feeling physically unwell and emotionally fragile (comfort eating!). My eating has not been healthy and has not been intuitive. I need to go back and read this post on feeling deprived by Christie Inge. It's like, as soon as I start trying to clean up my eating, I feel resentful and rebel, damn the consequences. We all know how well that cycle works.
I have some thinking to do.
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