The past week was unusual for me to say the least. I worked out six days straight. Most of you probably don’t think that’s a very big deal, but I feel like I could climb Mt. Everest right now. Today, I woke up knowing I should take a legitimate rest day. But I just didn’t know what I should do instead of working out. I was lost and confused.
Just kidding. I knew exactly what to do. I curled up with Maddux and pretty much hibernated all morning. It was awesome.
Sometime later on in the day, I had to make a side dish for my Pop Pop’s birthday dinner. Yeah, I know. The nerve of my family to suggest I actually do something on a rest day. 😉 It was hard to decide on what to make. Any time we get together, the mac n cheese and green bean casserole duties have already been nabbed. Do your family members all have their own specific recipes they make for get togethers? We do. It’s serious. I haven’t really ever found “my thing”, so I’m still looking for it. I tried Corn Pudding tonight.
I renamed it Corn Mush, because even that sounds less gross than corn pudding to me. The words corn and pudding shouldn’t be uttered that close together, y’all. Anyway, it was pretty good. It was a Martha Stewart recipe, but I actually think I could make it better by changing it up a bit next time. The recipe tells you to put almost all the damn cheese on top. It’s like a cheese helmet. Not cool. I’m mixing more of it in next time. And that’s probably all you ever wanted to know about me and corn pudding, huh? I tend to waste your time on here, and I apologize.
Anyway, to be honest, I really did have some weird emotions about taking an actual rest day today. I feel like I go on workout benders. Is it just me, or can it be a bit addicting? I got used to the feeling of working out this week. And, if I’m going to be really honest, I got used to the thought of “burning calories”. I know. That goes against everything I think about working out and eating in general. Sometimes I feel like “healthy living” can be a very slippery slope. It can start out innocently. “Oh, I signed up for a half. Better get training!” can quickly turn into “I need to burn off that piece of cake I just ate! No more rest day for me!” It really makes me mad that I thought about working out when I got home from the party tonight. I’m not entirely sure why I even considered it. I guess I forgot for a minute that I’m training for a race not a freaking bikini competition, ya know? It’s easy to lose sight of these things for a minute or two. Well, it is for me anyway.
And, come to think of it, I know it can be the same for other people, too. I’ve seen some amazing women seemingly get sick overnight. It started with skipping butter on their bread. Then it was skipping the bread itself. They started running occasionally. Then it was running double digits every single day. Now, none of that is inherently bad. In fact, many people have perfectly good reasons to do these things. Food allergies and race training can make the most healthy person “seem” crazy. Yes, to me skipping butter is cause for a stint in the looney bin. Other people But I can’t help but think that some of these friends have underlying issues. It’s a really fine line between healthy and unhealthy, and it all leads back to the reasons why we make the choices we do.
I just really wish I could shake any girl that is going through these things and remind them that they’re good enough. I would tell them that their lives don’t need to be dictated by restrictions, rules, and deprivation. They don’t need to burn anything off. They don’t need to fit in the next size down to fit some ideal number in their heads. I know that it’s not that simple, but I wish I could help.
Once again, I really did not get on here planning to talk about any of that. Oops. Well, thanks again for letting me talk your ear (eyes?) off. Have a fabulous Sunday and try to forget that tomorrow is Moan-day. Yuck. Just kidding. After four days without seeing my pre-k kids, I’m ready to get my teach on. See y’all tomorrow!