10 Lame Reasons Why I’ve Been M.I.A

Well hi there. It’s me, the queen of “no excuses” with 10 perfectly lame excuses as to why I haven’t been blogging lately. Want to hear them, and then yell at me? Okay, let’s go.

1) New job, new schedule: It’s funny, because I thought for sure I would have tons of free time to dedicate to blogging once I started my new job. Turns out it’s the complete opposite. Really pathetic that I spent so much time at my old job when I was supposed to be working, blogging. Ah, the cushy corporate life.. how I miss thee.

2) Afternoon naps: This is sort of a joke, sort of serious considering I’ve taken two naps since I started working. But the point is, I get home from work at 1, eat lunch, and want to veg. My brain needs to turn off for a few minutes, and sometimes a few minutes turns into a few hours, and then I’m rushing out the door to spin. And the afternoon is gone. Whoops!

3) Studying for NASM: When my brain IS on, I’ve been busy studying for the NASM certification. I took the test once and missed it by 4 questions (don’t even get me started) so I’m trying a new studying technique so I can be sure to nail it the second time around. If any of you have taken this beast of exam, you feel my pain.

4) Trashy TV: And sometimes, when my brain is OFF, I watch trashy TV. Yep, I’ll admit to it. Afternoon marathons of Sex and the City? Thanks a lot, E, way to really make me feel like a stay at home wife. And I’m very thankful that Vanderpump Rules is finishing up next week because I hate myself for watching it… but… can’t…. stop.

5) Other blogs: I’ve been cheating on you, SEGR. I’ve been doing the blogging for the spin studio over at Being Recycled, and this has been the biggest roadblock in my own personal blog. I’m not complaining because I really enjoy doing it, but I need to find a happy balance to be able to maintain both. I’m looking forward to being back over here because I can express myself a little more freely. And say things like shitballs and assface.
… Shitballs. Assface.

6) New clients: We are opening a new spin studio that has a sweet personal training area, so I’m starting to see clients on my own. Which is awesome! But scheduling and making new workout routines takes up precious blogging time… but I will start sharing these workouts with y’all 🙂

7) Laziness: Sometimes, I just want to come home and sit on my ass and do nothing. That is all. And I do just that.

8) Over-scheduling myself: As I’ve said before, I thought I would have all of this glorious free time with my new job, and it turns out I’ve been trying to occupy every free second of my day. From now on, I’m making a conscious effort to come home after work (or yoga, if I can get myself back over there) sit down, blog, make new playlists, and catch up on emails. I neeeed to do that.

9) Uneventful life: Even though I’ve been really busy, I feel like I haven’t had anything ground breaking or insane to share. But then I remember the point of this blog isn’t about anything exciting or insane, it’s about my life. So I’m going to tell it as it is. Try not to bore yourself to death reading…

10) Questioning my life and future of this blog: That’s a little too deep… but I’ve really been trying to figure out what I want to do with this blog. I was posting 5x a week earlier, and I just can’t maintain that. So is it fair to only post 2-3x a week? Do I have time do to that? Do I have enough content to do that? Do I want to? Will my readers hate me? It’s been a month and I haven’t blogged?! WTF?! These are the things running through my head. But the truth is- I really do like to blog, and I do think on occasion I have interesting things to say, so I’m going to stick with it.

I apologize for the hiatus and the ultra lame excuses for not being around. Honestly, sometimes life just gets in the way. But I’m back, whether you like it or not. And I’m going into serious kick butt mode the next month with nutrition and being uber Paleo, so #noexcuses mode is back in full effect.

Watch out bitches…
-Emily

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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?

-ES