I planned to do HIIT today. Woke up this morning with bad cramps. Got up at my normal time for HIIT days (6am) and took an Excedrin, but by the time I started feeling human, it was too late to work out. No problem, I thought, I'll do them this afternoon. By 2:00 at work, my eyes were focusing funny and my head was pounding.
Did you know 75% of migraine sufferers are women? Can you guess why?
Despite a dumptruck's worth of drugs and enough water to fill all Great Lakes, my headache persists. I'll probably be in bed by 7:30. Hopefully tomorrow I'll wake up and feel fine...or it's TWO Excedrin before I hit the weights in the morning.
I've been eating great this week. Averaging 2200 calories on lifting days, just under 1800 on non-lifting days.
Just a moment ago, my super-sweet neighbor, Russell, brought me some homemade chocolate chip cookies. He's always baking, and sometimes he brings me some. I left him some Lucky Charms Treats last weekend, along with a recipe for pretzels he had asked for, so it was sweet of him to bring my tupperware back full of cookies.
Amazingly, despite this migraine headache, cramps and a general feeling of crankiness, I'm not at all tempted to dive into the cookies. My first thought was, "How sweet! I'll take these to work tomorrow."
There are PLENTY of strapping young men to absorb the calorie impact of these cookies - no need to take it out on my thighs! And it really is the thought that counts - Russell wanted to do something nice for me, and the gesture itself was more than enough.
I don't know if it's because I'm eating more than I usually would when trying to lose fat, or because my mind is in a good place in regards to my goals and behaviors, but I'm feeling really good about tucking those cookies away in the kitchen without a second thought. I grabbed my water bottle instead. And right now, I may help myself to that last 1/2 cup of fresh strawberries in the fridge.
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"Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths." - Lois Wyse
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