One of my biggest pitfalls has always been my diet. I am the queen of “I’m going to start eating good tomorrow”, only to eat every bad food around knowing it’ll be my “last one”. I do well for about a week, and then I slowly trickle back down into bad habits.
I’ve always thought about eating as “eating to get thin” vs. “eating to get strong”. One thing I have learned about training for long distance events is that what you put into your body REALLY matters! In order for me to gain the strength I need to train, I really need to take a look at what is going in my body. I know that, I just don’t do it.
So this past week, I’ve been talking to my friend Deanna about make better choices and really eating to fuel my body so it can perform. We spent Sunday Night meal prepping for the next week. I know that sounds like a ton of work, but it really wasn’t that bad. It took us about 2 hours to create enough meals (lunches and dinners) for the entire week (I think-verdict is still out on that), all while our kid enjoyed a playdate together. In fact, I’m eating my first “prepped lunch” and it’s AMAZING! No kidding! It’s a veggie stir fry with chicken and a mixed blend of brown rice, quinoa and some other kind of grain. I have also decided I need to avoid the teacher’s lounge. We celebrate birthdays with treats in the lounge and it has become a habit for me to walk by and hope there is food in there. Then I wonder why I’m not having the energy to get through the day. Today, I went to the lounge to heat up my stir fry and there were lots of treats! I am proud to say I walked out. Will I always do that? No. Will I give up sweets forever? Unrealistic. But, I am going to make a conscious effort to eat like an athlete. I’m back on Fitness Pal and knowing that Deanna is on this part of my journey with me helps. We have even had friends ask if we’d consider doing a meal prep Sunday with them.
This journey, even early on, is really telling me a lot about myself and my relationships with others. From not giving in on my workouts with my trainer, who believes in me more than I believe in me sometimes, to friends offering to let me use their indoor bike trainer, to people coming out of the woodwork to train with me and offer support. And knowing that the memory of Bryce and those before him that left this earth way too soon are the forefront of this journey reaffirms that I can do this. One step at a time.