Bizarro Week

If you are awesome enough to read comicbooks you would be aware of a villain of Superman’s known as BIZARRO. He has reverse versions of Kryptonian powers including freeze-vision, heat-breath, vacuum breath, spot-light vision, x-ray hearing. Those powers are kind of cool. This week I pretty much had opposite powers of last week. So, I had the power to eat Big Macs with the greatest of ease, leap over tall buildings in order to get blueberry fritters, exercise my right to not exercise, and not keep track of what I was eating. The only super power that remained was the grumpyness. I was able to clear rooms (such as my office) with mere glances. Which is pretty handy when you are irritated with yourself for being so off-program. Oh that part about leaping  over tall buildings to get donuts was untrue – I just picked them up on the way to work on foot.

So, what the fuck is causing Bizarro to reign in a crisis of infinite appetite? (Umm crisis of infinite earths reference? No? Drop the comicbook talk? ‘Kay.) I am stressed the fuck out. I have two term papers due within 3 weeks for school, my new boss is a douchebag, and all of this is cutting into my sleep time.

How will I fight my kryptonite? Seems like more sleep could really help. And making my schedule slightly less ridiculous via helpful time management so I have the time to plan for success – that is, to grocery shop, pack lunches, make dinner instead of eating out. Tomorrow is Friday. I am going to stay in, make myself something nutritious and delicious for dinner, and go to bed inordinately early. And it shall be glorious. Saturday morning I have coerced a friend into running 12 km with me, and Sunday I am doing a spinning class with another friend.

You’re dead Bizarro.

At least for now.

(Cause yeah, in comicbooks dead people always come back. Like the phoenix. Seriously, how many times has she died?? Oh wait I dropped the comics thing. Shit.)

Re-framing

Umm, remember like 4 days ago when I said:

Luckily, I have been through this before and know that it will pass eventually. Until then I will probably be bitchy, and also resentful towards people who don’t have to try to be a healthy weight. Damn them.

Totally bitchy today.

And now I am also resentful toward people who can get through a 75 minute spinning class without nausea. Damn them and their skinny legs.

So clearly, I was in a bad mood yesterday, and am similarly attitude-ated right now. I still blame the turning down of the junk food (even with my pizza interlude. damn.) Also, I need more sleep.

How about that yesterday post? Pretty negative shit in there. But really, I had planned to use my flex points Saturday for pizza/wii day, and did. I skipped my 15 km run due to exhaustedness / I didn’t wanna, but I was hardly “lazy”. I did some weight lifting, grocery shopping, cleaning, and packed my lunch and gym bag for today. Sure, I went a little overboard on the chips on the weekend, but that doesn’t mean my whole week was all for naught.

I am trying to re-frame here. Still actually grumpy though, to be all honest and shit.

Me vs. Weekends

I work an office job, so managing what I eat during the week is pretty simple, on account of the whole schedule thing.

Drag ass out of bed. Half asleeply eat cereal. Pack a fruit for a morning snack, vegetableful lunch, 2:00 snack, and go. Go to gym post-work. Eat sensible dinner upon arrival at home. Repeat x 5.

Enter weekend. I wake up late, make poor food choices, and am generally pretty lazy.

Anyone else losing the battle against weekends?

I started today off with a bowl of Cheerios, which was, as I discovered the hard way, doused in milk that was past its prime

I didn’t puke or anything, but it was an unpleasant way to start my day.

Especially because I was all proud of myself for not going to Tim Hortons, and instead picked up milk on my way into work so I could have a nutritious breakfast. I ended up nauseated and hungry. (A lone banana is a bullshit breakfast.)

Three days into consciously eating better and tracking and I am grumpy to the max. I suspect this has a little to do with not getting enough sleep this week (and the whole milk debacle) , and a lot to do with turning down the junk food . Sure, the first couple of days are all la-dee-da, yay I am eating better w00t me. Then it gets harder. Then grumpy p4p makes an appearance.

Luckily, I have been through this before and know that it will pass eventually. Until then I will probably be bitchy, and also resentful towards people who don’t have to try to be a healthy weight. Damn them.

I want a cookie.

And by a cookie I mean an entire box of oreos, just so we are clear.

Tomorrow I am going to use some of those flex points and have a pizza and movie date with my friend. And it shall be glorious.