The Exorcism of Jose Cuervo

Again, I find myself focusing on my goals only to be tempted by that evil snake of Jose. I worked out 5 days this week and felt great, I joined Livestrong.com (to record my calories, water intake and exercise routine) a very clever site, love it. I removed rice, bread and pasta from my daily meals, I reduced the amount of Diet Coke I consume on a weekly basis, and limit my red wine intake to one glass a day.  Then Saturday night rolls around and I find myself in the San Antonio Bar & Grill (my version of Cheers….where the bartenders know my name) with a bunch of Fun Ladies before seeing Magic Mike (yes….the stripper movie…don’t judge me). Needless, to say as soon as we arrived I was asked…Large or Small? Small I answered with confidence. Yes, just one Margarita, Jose Cuervo 1800 on the rocks w/salt! I’ll just have one and go see the movie….but as soon as the glass landed in front of me….it evaporated! Before I knew it, my Bartender (Juan….yes, I’m calling him out), was brining me a second glass. As he placed it in front of me, he smiled and said “it has an extra shot of venom!” Damn you Juan, you remembered that I enjoyed my venom on the rocks w/salt! Thankfully, I was pulled out of my chair as I finished my 3^rd Rita. I did enjoy the movie but there was a little voice in me that kept nagging…”calories, calories”. That was it, I knew what I had to do! Bikram Yoga! I was going to sweat that Jose out of my body. I knew I didn’t have too much time to lose so Sunday morning at 8 I found myself w/my support group ready to have him exorcised thru my pores. It was a grueling 90 minutes. There were moments I thought I would pass out, I felt my head elevating towards the ceiling (light headed), and tried to con the instructor in letting me out by faking that I needed a potty break. He looked me straight in the face and said “no pee pee or ka ka here!” Yes, I was in hell and sweating 80% of my body’s fluids. As I lay on the floor (the last 5 minutes of the exercise) my soul returned to my weak body when a cold wet and scented towel was handed to me and placed on my face. AAAHHHHH!!!! I was going to be alright. ;-)

The Problem

The problem is not that I work out…..it’s that it’s not enough

The problem is not that I get distracted….it’s that I’m distracted from my goals

The problem is not the Happy Hour….it’s realizing how long an hour is

The problem is not the bad influences….but rising above it

The problem is not that I cheat…..it’s that I like it

The problem is not that I lie…..but that I do it to myself

The problem is not my friends (Jose, Johnny, Jack, Mr Smirnoff).….it’s me and I know it

The problem is not the journey….but seeing the road ahead

So, for this first week I was able to commit to working out 5 days (4 at the Worx and once at the gym). What I was not able to do was to commit to a meal plan. Weekends are the hardest to plan for a flurry of reasons like; where I am, who I’m with and what I’m doing. I tried sharing my meal on Friday night w/my date only to realize that he ate most of what was on the plate and claimed to be full. So for the next few hours that we were out….I secretly loathed him.

Anyway, I could sit here and go over all my failed attempts this weekend but why? I’m not going to get those moments back, it’s not like I get  a ‘do over’ w/the calories I inhaled. This is a new week and I start again. This week’s goal to plan and portion meals…..hmmm….the journey is long and I see a road full of bumps and curves….but then again….so am I! J