Ohhh, I feel good. On
the way home from work, I realized I was CRAVING a Greek salad, and stopped by
the Athenian Grill for a to-go. It was
huge, and I ate all of it. The result,
of course, was lethargy and a bloated stomach.
As much as I wanted to lay down and, if not sleep it off, ride it out, I
pulled on my shoes and left. And left
Banks behind. I knew I needed a long and
hard walk. For God’s sake, I had planned
to eat like a bird the week before the wedding, and now I’ve got this to
contend with.
So I did my long-stride walk, trying to swing my torso
around in a vain attempt to whittle my waist.
I walked all the way to Home Depot, where on a previous walk, I’d
discovered a very cold fountain in the corner.
I walked the parameter of the outside of the building – must have been a
half mile at least -- went in for a drink, then walked around again, got
another drink (a couple of the clerks were looking at me strangely this time),
then back to St. Ed’s, where I spent the rest of the walk lapping the soccer
field and walking the short flight of stairs in the bleachers every time I
passed them.
I came home hot and sweating, gulped two big glasses of
water and took a hot shower. Now I’m
ready for bed. I’m comparing how I feel
now with how I used to feel before when
I would overeat. Uncomfortable, depressed,
hopeless. How many calories are in a
Greek salad? How many calories do you
burn up by walking an hour and a half? I’m
not sure, but right now I feel even.
Balanced. I blew it, but I’ll
come roaring back tomorrow.
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