Intuitive eating fails

So, it turns out eating intuitively can be difficult sometimes.

Namely when I'm not on a normal eating schedule, when I'm having the opportunity to eat something I rarely get to, and when I'm in a really crummy mood.

 

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On Friday my parents were coming into town, and wanted my brother and I to come up for dinner.  The problem was, by the time they got in, and all of the shenanigans had ensued, our only option for dinner was Ruby Tuesday at 9:30 at night.  Now I don't like Ruby Tuesday under the best of circumstances, and this night were definitely the worst of circumstances.  Dinner took forever to get there.  And even though I went with what I thought would be a "safe" option of a grilled chicken sandwich with bacon and avocado, it tasted gross.  But I was starving, so mostly what I ate was the little biscuits, onion rings, croutons, and zucchini.  But hey, win for eating the veggies!  Needless to say, my stomach was not pleased with me the next day. 

Saturday was also an overeating extravaganza day.  Crabcake luncheon, pad thai.  And since I was in a really bad mood, and terrified for the race on Sunday, I also over ate. 

 

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And then I went 13.1 miles on Sunday.  So I guess I'm still pretty impressed with myself.  Nobody ever said getting through life without food as a crutch would be easy.  

Did anybody else eat some delicious food this weekend?

13.1......What?

Today I put one foot in front of the other for 13.1 miles.

I can honestly say there were parts of me that didn't think I could do it.  And I was by no means fast.  I'm pretty sure there were walkers who finished ahead of me.  But I did it.

This morning I woke up bright and early at 5:30 am, quickly changed into my clothes which had all been laid out obsessively the night before.

Walked the dog, then bikeshared to the start of the race.  I have to say being able to take the short bike ride before the race worked out well.  I got to stretch my calves well and it warmed up my legs.

By the time the race was about to start I was feeling pretty nervous.  I didn't think I could do it, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.  Luckily it was pretty low key.  I think most of the people around me were there to just have fun and not worry so much about their time.

Then I went 13.1 miles.  I won't go into the mile by mile details.  I didn't take pictures because I haven't quite mastered the doing two things at once, and as I said, I was worried about finishing in the time frame allotted.  All I need to say is some miles felt great, and other miles felt awful.  By the time I hit 11 my legs didn't really want to move anymore.

Now I am the proud owner of a lovely sea foam green finisher's shirt, a pair of very sore hips, a number of ridiculously sized blisters on my feet (Not pictured)

And a gorgeous silver Tiffany's finisher necklace.  Which I kind of love.

I'm pretty proud of myself.  Now to take a million ibuprofen and drain my blisters (ewwww I know.)