Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Barf

Has anyone ever puked from working out? I bet some of those crazy tri people whose blogs I read have. I think I almost did tonight.

Went to see the trainer tonight and he kicked my ass. At the time I didn't think it was really any tougher than any other week, just a good hard workout. According to my heart rate monitor I burned about 560 calories, which is quite a lot for a 60 minute weight lifting session. I cooled off in the locker room, but as I was walking up the stairs to go to my car my heart rate shot back up and and I got nauseous. I mean really nauseous. The whole drive home I just stayed in the right lane so I could pull over and barf if I needed to. Sorry if that's too much information, but it's just weird.

The feeling seems to have passed, but I'm still not 100%. I had a banana with peanut butter because that was all I could really stomach and I needed some protein after that workout. I think that'll have to do for dinner tonight. It worries me a little because I usually need some good protein after a workout like that to reduce soreness, but the peanut butter is going to have to be it.

Maybe this is just my body's way of telling me that I've had enough to eat today and I don't really need anything else. Or maybe it's telling me that I overdid the weight lifting. Or maybe it was the artichoke dip I had at a work meeting today. Damn dip. I shouldn't be eating dip anyway. Bad dip.

So I haven't made any progress on my detox plan and I'm still not really sure what I think about doing it. I kind of want to do an initial push and lose a couple/three or five pounds quickly, but I'm also afraid I'll lose exercise momentum if I'm out of energy due to lack of calories, and right now that's the one thing I have going for me. What's really sad is that I'm still looking for that quick fix, that thing that will get me where I want to be. I know it just takes a lot of hard work and dedication. Blah blah blah. I'm doing it. I'm peppy. I'm excited. I'm on the wagon. Can't you tell?

Okay so maybe I'm not in that great mental place, but I've always heard that if you pretend, eventually it will come true. (Obviously someone out there said that much more eloquently than I did, but you get my drift) Anyway, that's what I'm doing. I'm pretending. And eventually I will be in that place. I will pretend until I get there.

3 comments:

Zara said...

That's right, girl. Fake it till ya make it!

Scary how hard you worked out, but also impressive. It's been a long time since I felt like barfing after a workout, so yeah, I'm thinking you overdid it a little. Be sure and tell your trainer so he can adjust accordingly, if needed! It's no fun to barf on the freeway...

snackiepoo said...

Yeah, not that I ever push myself that hard, hahah but I have felt like passing out before.

The people on The Biggest Loser puked frequently so you are in good company.

Thinnie said...

I learned in a college psych class (once upon a time) that if you're unhappy, and you just force a smile on your face, and keep trying to smile, eventually you will start to feel better. It's amazing how our bodies and our minds so strongly affect each other. They are not as separate as our culture tries to teach us. You are what you think you are!

Keep it up!

p.s. You're quite a good writer, too!