When I got home last night I faced a serious challenge...
I was tired, hungry, had a headache and dinner was no where near being ready. It was day three of being on my eating plan and I was dealing with that day three 'crash'. That day when your body says... "HEY, you're not eating like you normally do. This is the third day of this and we need to remind you of who's in charge here...*poof* you will now feel like crap"
Since dinner plans weren't working out and wouldn't for the night I told the family, "Dinner is on your own tonight" and went out for my 4 mile run.
When I returned, not only was I tired, hungry and had a headache but I was starting to CRAVE. The kids and hubby were happily diving into their self made meals; egg burritos, leftover chicken, leftover meatballs etc. I could smell all the food cooking and the feast beast was shaking the bars of his cage and muttering, "you want an egg burrito too, and toast, egg burrito with tortilla and cheese and a side of toast with loads of butter"
I wanted to whip out a fry pan and start cooking. I wanted to eat NOW!
But, just because the food I had on my plan wasn't going to happen tonight, I wasn't about to give in to that muttering in my brain. I knew I had to put the feast beast in it's place NOW. So, I drug out out computer, logged into my program, deleted the meal I had planned for the day and proceeded to plan a new one based on what was in the house and was quick. It didn't take long and in the end, the food ended up tasting FANTASTIC. And this morning I woke up another 2.2 (that's right 2.2) lbs down for a total of four pounds since Saturday. Take THAT feast beast.
On the other side of the fence I've been in an absolute PANIC about the fact that I only have 6 weeks until my 1/2 Iron Man. The Fear Fiend has been hard at work sowing seeds of doubt, and irrational fear. I only realized how irrational last night. As I was on my run I again started to get those feelings. "Only six weeks, only six WEEKS!" the fear fiend was chanting. "Think how hard that 1/2 marathon was in June, or worse how hard that simple sprint triathlon was this weekend," he continued. "You won't be ready!"
Finally it came to me. "So, what!?"
What's the worse that could happen? I might not finish. So, is that such a terrible thing? I'm still miles ahead of everyone at home sitting on their couch watching football. It'll be hard. So?! Many things are hard. Getting out of bed and going to work is hard some days, but you do it. Even if it's hard do you really think you'll regret doing it in the end? Will you regret failing as much as not even trying?
Holy crap! That shut the Fear Fiend up.
Then, as I was looking over my training plan today it hit me. It's not "only 6 weeks". I have a WHOLE SIX WEEKS to prepare! My bike ride planned for tonight suddenly got a lot more meaningful.