There. I’ve said it. Hormones are assholes. What? They are! I admit that I’m not a scientist and really have no idea about the mystery that is the human body besides the basic stuff. I mean, I know where babies come from and all. But I don’t really know the interplay between a woman’s hormones and her healthy-living choices, for example. What I mean by this is that this week, the hormones have hijacked my body. I find myself wanting babies and boyfriends (don’t worry, this usually passes) and worse than that is that I find myself wanting to consume pure junk food, nonstop. I know I’m prone to being dramatic, but I’m not exaggerating here. All I want to do is eat junk (and procreate). Luckily, I don’t go through this every month like some women. It’s about once a quarter. Usually it aligns with a high-stress period in my life.
This past week has been stressful. I had a presentation at work and worked really hard on it. Plus the Ides of March came in like a shit-wrapped wrecking ball. So it’s been a long week, and I’m definitely glad that it is the weekend. I did pretty good at the beginning of the week, but once Thursday hit and my presentation was complete, all hell broke loose. I pretty much shoveled any kind of food (good or bad) into my mouth at a high rate of frequency. I won’t even tell you how many cupcakes and donuts I have consumed in the past three days. It’s embarrassing, and I can’t seem to stop myself. I know that I will get back on track, and I have made sure to keep myself active during this period of my own personal all-you-can-eat buffet. But I thought I’d share, because you want to read the good and the bad, right?
My Fitbit activity says that I got in 328 active minutes the week — that’s 5.46 hours of active minutes. I’m pretty happy with that. I went on a pretty awesome run this morning downtown, and a nature walk after work last night. So even though my eating is off this week, my physical activity is most definitely not So, here’s to next week guys. Let’s crush it!