I have one of those gimmicks installed on my phone that helps track your kilometers, progress, etc. While I know how beneficial a proper diet and hydration is, my biggest battle every day is eating.
Some days, it seems more than easy to stick to my regiment and keep the calories in check, but food is the toughest opponent during my training.
Still, I like to be positive, and frankly, I can't help but make fun of my own life some days.
For example: I'm in the grocery store picking up some green veg, and juicable fruits and veggies for my juicer when I get to the checkout. This store has a "scratch and win" contest. The grand prize right now is a massive TV which would look exceptional in my basement, so of course, I'm grinning ear to ear when the first word I see is "WINNER!"
Then, as only my life would dictate... 2 months into training, I discover that my prize, is a bag full of cookies!
There was a time when store-bought cookies were downright banned in my home. I was raised by my Grandmother you see, so there was always an ample supply of cookies, cakes, pastries, etc in the house. This is by no means a way of blaming her delicious confections for my later-in-life weight gain - I did that all by myself.
Still, there wasn't much appealing about cookies from a bag back then.
Today, we live in a world where everything has been individualized and marketed to that nostalgiac feeling of chowing down and bringing back the happy feelings that come with something tasty.
Just to make it more interesting, the replication of "home-made" seems to get better and better every year.
While I fought the temptation, I ultimately decided that I had to give in to the desire: to cash in on my winnings.
I immediately sought out the most destructive looking treats I could find. As a challenge and a bit of a joke, I decided that the best thing to do with these little belly-bursting biscuits was to save them for my pal Andy, who in addition sharing a love of all things pro-wrestling, also prides himself on his ability to be a personal trainer who believes in "eating for real people".
In fact, it was his love of half-pound peanut butter cups that actually ignited our friendship. Weird story, I know.
Andy was last week's guest on The Mike McGuire Podcast, and you can hear my presentation of the cookies to him.
Now comes the moment of truth.
We shared a two-pack. That's right, I ate a cookie.
The difference between that time and most other times I am faced with the decision to indulge, is that I have a goal to reach. I don't know how many actual pounds I'll lose over training, but most importantly, what I've been figuring out when it comes to eating during this time is KNOWING WHEN TO STOP.
When it comes down to it, I've learned that moderation is the key. I've greatly decreased the amount of junk-food in my life. Still, while the old enabling statement "one won't kill you" seems to be a pass to deviate from a healthy eating lifestyle, I've learned that much like walk-breaks during my run, it depends how often you say it that makes the difference.
Another thing I've picked up on is that when I look at that calorie counter on my running program, the whole "burning off what you put it" theory is even more destructive. All too often I've managed to talk myself into an eat-a-thon with the justification that "I can work it off with my run".
It hasn't been easy, but the shift in thinking is probably the biggest obstacle I will face during my training this year. Still, being reasonable with myself seems to be the easiest way to stave off the cravings.
In short, yep... I will have a cookie. I just won't have another one for a while.
Besides... they still don't come CLOSE to Mom's.