Getting Back on Track

So, I have a confession to make. I was bad this weekend. Bad as in I ate shitty food and drank too much. Womp womp. Let’s recap, shall we?

It started out fine on Friday night. Boyfran’ and I went to one of my favorite Mexican places in Boston, Papagayo. The food here is amazing- really fresh, light and authentic. However, they have a coconut milk margarita which is SO good. And coconut milk+tequila=Paleo.. right? Paleo-ish? But it knocked me on my ass. I’m a light weight to begin with, but I can usually last at least 2 drinks. Not this time. I was hammered. When I get hammered, you might as well just start injecting sugar and carbs into my system, because that’s all I want. In my intoxicated state, I ordered Boston cream churros (yes, you read that right), inhaled them, then went home and face planted into my bed. Oh, this all happened before 9:30PM. I am such a fun date.

Saturday I woke up with a resolve to get back on track. We were heading down to NYC, and I was signed up for a class at Flywheel, where I knew I would be able to un-do my damage from the night before. Mission accomplished. The class was killer (will be posting a review this week!). A few hours later I was starving, met some friends out at a bar, and ordered a rack of ribs, veggies, and sweet potatoes. And then tequila shots magically appeared in front of my face. 2 of them. Then they magically disappeared. Into my belly.

An hour later, and I was surprisingly feeling okay, but it was time for another feeding. This time it was sushi. I had a salad and split 2 rolls (not terrible, should have asked for them without rice but again.. drinking=not making rational decisions). We then meandered onto another bar to meet up with another friend (this is the problem with going back to NYC.. every time you meet up with an old buddy, it turns into “grabbing a drink”) where we were just going to have “one drink” which turned into 3. Again, more tequila into my belly. At this point, I was in the bag. On our way to the next bar (around 11pm at this point.. the “night” started around 5) I pass a bakery that is closing up so NATURALLY I need to run in and steal a cupcake during this narrow window of opportunity. The baker ended up giving it to me for free (probably because he thought I was a psycho and really desperate). We bonded for a few minutes over the stupidities of counting calories, and I went on my merry way. And by my “merry way”, I mean I popped a squat on the fire hydrant outside the bakery and ate my cupcake right there. My boyfriend was having a field day with this. He took a video of it too, which I’ll spare myself by not posting, but here’s some photo evidence:

A red velvet cupcake is Paleo.. right…? FAIL.

I did make the conscious decision to stop drinking after this point and ordered water at the next bar. Actually pretty sure I also ordered Patron on the rocks, but ditched it as soon as I smelt it. I won’t bore you with further details of what I ate on Sunday, but let’s just say that when you’re hungover, you don’t make wiser decisions than when you’re drunk. Sunday night was miserable- I had a HORRIBLE stomachache, and woke up all throughout the night with intense heartburn and muscle cramping.

The point of this long winded, rambling, TMI post is that sometimes, you get off track. You slip up on your diet, make dumb decisions, and feel like crap. But, you can always bounce back. Instead of going into a downward spiral for the rest of the week, this little slip has given me motivation to get back to eating super clean. For the next 2 weeks, I’m not going to drink or indulge in Paleo treats. Time to reset. And it’s not because I feel terribly guilty about what happened last weekend. It’s because it literally made me feel like shit, and I don’t want to do that to my body. Sure, I had fun, but it’s days like that that remind me why I went Paleo in the first place and why I want my body to operate at its fullest potential. Even after just one day of going back to eating clean, I felt so much better. I slept like a rock last night, had no stomach issues or heartburns, and had an awesome workout this morning.

Moral of the story: If you get off track and cheat a bit, don’t let it discourage you. We’re all human. Things are bound to happen. But use that energy and resentment to get back on track 110%. And if you need some incentive to do a little 14 day get clean challenge, join me!

What do you guys do when you get off track? Wallow in a vat of cookie dough (I was tempted) or do you get right back at it?



15 thoughts on “Getting Back on Track

  1. It happens! In the past when I would fall off I’d use it as an excuse to fall off all week… or sometimes longer. Now even when I fall off I make myself stay active instead using a bad meal or two (or three) as an excuse not to workout and wake up the next day with clean eating on my mind. You’re right though… when you drink it throws your willpower off BIG TIME.

  2. This is exactly the post I needed to read, at exactly the right person. I have such an “all or nothing” mentality, so when I eat something bad, I want to eat everything bad for the rest of the day/week, etc. Ugh! I definitely need a new thought track. Thank you for the motivation!

  3. Thankyou for this post… at exactly the right time. I have such an “all or nothing” mentality and when I eat something bad, I eat everything bad in sight for the rest of the day or week. Ugh. I need a new thought process so bad! But thanks for the motivation.

  4. I love this post. It’s always nice to know that I’m not the only one who has slip-ups, and it’s nice to remember that slipping up is not an excuse to keep making the wrong choices. 🙂

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