Day four of my self-imposed challenge/torture and I’m cranky as hell. It isn’t the dance part of it, it’s the healthy eating part. I’ve had almost no goodies this week. No trips to the office candy drawer, no Hostess Cupcakes on my couch. No salty, greasy goodness in the form of McDonald’s fries. It sucks. The lack of sugar and artery-clogging delicacies is messing with my mood.
I was exhausted in class tonight. I had little stamina and I was off balance. I’m sure it’s because I’m used to getting a fix of sugar or grease throughout the day and sometimes immediately before class. Even though I ate before dancing, I just felt slow. I miss that sugar/grease rush and the supreme fatty bliss that comes with it. Detox ain’t easy.
I’ve gone through this before back when South Beach Diet was all the rage. I was a mess the first three weeks of that plan, but then I felt great. But I’m not on a “diet” this time around. I’m simply trying to cut down on those little sweet/greasy somethings that keep me puffy. I can’t remain dependent on that junk. If I’m going to be a lean, mean, bata machine, I need to be in the best possible shape. I need all the energy I can muster to kick that creature around.
I’m not giving up. This misery will soon pass.
For now, though, I’m too tired and cranky to keep writing. Good night.
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You can do it! Hang in there!!
Ohhhhh Marissa…Holy cow I was just ranting to a friend after just savoring THE MOST beautiful fruits of the season, these obscenely gorgeous oranges and nectarines, about how people complain about eating healthy because they think it’s boring but I just devoured the most juicy and sweetest treats! AND I didn’t feel like a piggy afterward- it was quite heavenly….
I’ve got faith in you Marissa……