Health #41. Summer heat.

I had gone many many days without the dreaded sugar. And then a heat wave hit. The kind of heat where you can't cook, don't want to eat and basically hate life. Enter ice cream. I had been talking about ice cream for a full 24 hours. Saying how I only want ice cream for dinner. One very hot night the roommate was heading to CVS for cigarettes and asked if i wanted anything. Ice cream. By the time he had walked back to our apartment, my dinner was sweating and soft and I ate half the pint before bed.
Ultimately, I don't regret having some ice cream on a very hot summer night. But it did start a downward spiral of sugar. I had the entire pint within 24 hours. And 2 visits to the Mexican bakery while at school. I had another stand off with the vending machine's Twix today. I imagine a wild west show down. I size the Twix up. My eyes squint as I read, 75 cents. D5. Timidly wiggle my digits near the pockets of my pants, where there's a george washington crumpled within. I extend my finger and poke the glass right in front of D5, "you're not worth my time, Twix. Get outta here!" Lifted my chin high, slowly rotated my shoulders and body towards the door and walked out, hearing imaginary and scary-as-shit spurs clinking as they hit the ground with each step.

Back2_6pack Health #41. Food Log

I had a concussion. To heal a concussion you sit in a quiet, dark, cool room for as long as possible. I think I made it a week before going stir crazy. You cant read, you can't watch tv, and you definitely can't exercise. I use exercise as a mood-booster. Without exercising, I can be very unpleasant to be around. I got very sad and since my brain wasn't quite working properly, I started eating a ton of junk food. Take-out, cookies, brownies, ice cream, anything that would temporarily boost those serotonin levels that had dropped since the concussion. And it became a habit.
A few friends and I pinky swore on my formerly broken and currently disfigured pinky to start being healthier. Here is my journey to regain my six-pack stomach.

The quest started off fantastic. I bought well-planned mealsat the grocery store. For about a week I kept a food log. Each day had almost the same foods throughout. The log went something like this: 1.5 cups of coffee, 1 egg over easy+ 2 pieces of toast. romaine lettuce salad+cashews olive oil and pepper. 1 glass lemon-ginger-echinacia juice. handful of blueberries, TraderJoes vegetable soup. Vanilla yogurt with blueberries. Multiply this by about 5 days.

I traveled up to my family's lake house for the 4th of July. My parents have stocked the place with the wonder ingredients for rootbeer floats and smores. I fell to temptation. Deep. We had stayed in Michigan for less that 24 hours and I had consumed 3-5 smores and 2-3 rootbeer floats. Wah-wah.
Ok, so that happened. Mistakes happen. I can get back on track again. Maybe the rule is, I have to eat healthy in Illinois. Out of state = anything goes.

I have been doing pretty well since the 4th. Yesterday I was tempted to go to the delightfully cheap (seriously, a gigantic chocolate cupcake for 80 cents!) Mexican bakery, but I stayed strong. And today I won in a stare down with the vending machine's Twix Bars.

I've been able to exercise and since we practice in a very hot practice space, I've been sweating off this unwanted dough overlay on my stomach. I am already regaining some definition.
Did you hear that? That's the first can of this sixpack being cracked open.