The Slippery Slope of Hangover Snacks

Who saw my pics on Facebook from my friend’s wedding last Saturday night?! Omg so much fun. Unfortunately, it was also so much FOOD AND DRINK!!! I swear it took me until Wednesday to recover. Not just from the hangover, either…well…maybe, but also from all the snacks. Attending a wedding, drinking the bar dry, and stuffing my face that night, as well as the entire next day, in hopes of alleviating the feeling of death I caused myself, is not really the smartest decision. Yes, I was living in the moment and having a great time and creating some awesome memories, but damn I’m just too old for that shit now. The alcohol seriously makes me SO ANXIOUS. For at least three days afterwards I’m bothering my husband every five minutes asking if he’s mad at me. (hint: when you bother someone with this question every five minutes…they WILL eventually be mad at you, even if they weren’t before!) (in all seriousness, my husband could win awards for putting up with my bothering, he’s pretty awesome.)

The alcohol causing anxiety thing is not really new news, I’ve known for awhile that if I have a good bit of wine, I’m going to regret it in more ways than just craving McDonald’s the next day. I’m going to get that McDonald’s and then feel anxious about eating it. And then feel anxious about feeling anxious about it…anxiety is so annoying like that. I really need to remember to remind myself this before I start imbibing, and not the day after.

However, as of yesterday, my body seems to have fully recovered. Sadly, my bathroom scale says otherwise. What a pesky little thing it is. It’s all flashy and red, it calls out to be stepped on, which is when it snares you in it’s trap. It’s not really friendly at all. In fact, it’s really only there to say HA! I KNEW YOU HAD NO WILLPOWER AND WOULD STEP ON ME THE DAY AFTER EATING HANGOVER FOOD!!! Which I did, of course, and of course I should have known better, because the number was ridic, and shouldn’t be a number that the scale is allowed to display.

For me, letting myself have a night like I did on Saturday is such a slippery slope. I definitely am like, “It’s just for tonight, it’s a special occasion,” in my head, and then the next day when I feel like poo warmed over, I think, “well, it’s just cause I feel so awful today”…and then I feel awful for two more days…and then being bad becomes a bad habit again! Slippery slope…more like icy ravine where healthy eating goes to die.

I’m so clever with the metaphors. I just had to google ‘metaphor’ to make sure that was the right word…

Here are some pics from Saturday night. Such a pretty bride!!! As I ate the food, I thought to myself that I should take a pic of it for the blog…but then I ate it all. IT WAS AMAZING.

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Whole30 FAIL! & My First Speeding Ticket :(

Alright it’s time for a little honesty up in here! About how my Whole30 plan stopped in its tracks (yes, I stopped it, and yes, it was in the first few days, I am aware.) But first let’s discuss Friday afternoon…

This past weekend was one of my best friend’s bachelorette party. Originally I wasn’t going to be able to go because of a prior commitment. However, my prior commitment bailed on me hardcore at the last minute, and at 4:20 PM I called my friends, who were set to leave at 4:30, and said, ‘Wait for meee, I’m coming!!’ Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm to meet them and not hold up the bach train from leaving, I ended up getting pulled over going 52 in a 30 MPH zone…and GOT MY FIRST TICKET. This was slightly devastating for me, and I may or may not have cried. A lot. While the officer was trying to tell me if I go to court I will probably get off…I was definitely trying not to. When I could see him printing out the ticket and bringing it over I was telling myself…you’re not going to cry, you’re not a giant pussy, you’re a badass…well, my behavior was WELL below the badass level…I think it qualified more as pansy ass behavior. Oh well. Now I have to find a court outfit.

So, on to my Whole30 failures! I could say that I messed up because I was upset about my friend blowing me off for the weekend, or about getting a speeding ticket, but that wouldn’t be the truth. The truth is, when I knew I was available to go on the trip, I thought about not going solely so that I could stay on track with my Whole30. As soon as I realized that I was thinking about missing one of my best friend’s bach parties just so I could not injest certain things for a couple days, I realized that isn’t the kind of life I want to lead. I don’t have a problem with not drinking for a few weeks, or eating a very limited diet that makes my body feel better. Obviously I never would have wanted to begin the Whole30 if that wasn’t what I wanted. However, more than I want to eat and drink a certain way, I want to LIVE my life to the fullest. And that means going on bach parties, eating pizza, being hungover, eating peeps soaked in vodka, and drinking mimosas at 10:30am once in a while.  I will in fact have the rest of my life to eat healthy and restrict myself in whatever way I see fit (although I really have to remember to eat a certain way…I almost had a bite of cheese this morning out of habit!!)

Look at these peeps!!!

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Anywho, I’m back on the express healthy train. It’s going to be more like Whole24 now, because on May 3rd it is another best friend’s bach party (damn you people and your fun parties in neat places with good food!) and this one I’m planning, so I’m definitely going to imbibe. And munch on snacks that will make my tummy hurt. Because sometimes, life is worth living, even if it makes you feel crappy the next day.

You Know You’re Old When…

I feel like I’ve been saying this a lot lately, which is a little sad…so I thought I’d write about all of the silly occasions I find myself thinking it. I know this is a fitnessish themed blog, but whatever, there are some mentions of such things in here!

You know you’re old when: (or at least I know I’m getting old when:)

  • Being irresponsible involves drinking caffeine after 12pm. This is VERY irresponsible on my part, because I know for a fact that I’ll be up until at least midnight, when I’ve already committed to being at the gym at 6:15am. DUMB.
  • When you make plans to do anything at 6:15am…seriously. Four years ago I never would have made such ridiculous plans!
  • When you can’t stay up past 9pm on a Friday night. (or a Saturday for that matter).
  • When you become more concerned about the fact that you’ll have to give up coffee when you get pregnant than with giving up alcohol. And no, I am not trying to get pregnant, don’t get excited.
  • When you’re married and it’s actually socially acceptable for you to get pregnant, and people start asking you when that is going to happen. This one still boggles my mind!
  • When you are late to a flip-cup tournament because you had to go to the gym, and when you get there you play with water. (don’t worry, I had a little wine on the side, but all that beer drinking would wreck my next day!!).
  • When hangovers last the WHOLE next day. I can’t believe I used to go work a double at the restaurant hungover. Granted, I was a show, but I don’t think I could do that at all nowadays. These days I can barely move off of my couch to answer the door for the pizza delivery dude if I’ve had drinks the night before.
  • When you get heartburn. LAAAAME. And a total sign your body hates you.

Exciting stuff, right?!