Inner dialogue

Why does the good stuff have to be so bad? Why do I crave what I shouldn't be craving? Why can't I just want a huge pile of broccoli instead? Why do I even tempt myself? Who bought this anyways? Do I eat some because I just worked out? Do I say no for the same reason? Isn't there some kind of health benefit to dark chocolate? Do I have just one bite to satisfy my taste buds? Do I go all the way (as long as I'm at it) and eat the whole thing? Because if you are going to cheat, shouldn't you just enjoy it? Shouldn't it be worth it? Will I be disappointed in myself when the carton is empty? Is there any way that I could convince myself that the calories don't count? I deserve this right? Can't I just rationalize it by saying, "oh stop obsessing, it's really not going to hurt anything in the long run. It's just a little gelato." ? Do I need therapy?

Torture.

Are you sure there isn't any way to have your gelato and eat it too?

(In case you are wondering, I took the picture and put it away. The carton is still full in the freezer...for now)

rowing

Fantasy:

A quiet afternoon row out to some secluded inlet. Sandwiches, sodas, and smooching.

Reality:

8:00pm Thursday night at the gym. It's amazing how quick and painless 5000 meters on the rowing machine can be when you've got a good imagination!

I was laughing because my friend (rowing next to me) told me that I had the wrong vision going on. She informed me that we were not on some placid lake drinking root beers with our beaus and being romantic. Instead she said that I ought to be imagining we were on the USA women's crew team racing in the Olympics, and that I'd better snap out of it because China had just rowed right past us. Time to pick up the pace!

That's why I work out with you Holly. Thanks for the Thursday night row.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012 at 08:00 AM

Some loves never leave you. Some are so imeshed in your person, your growing up, even your muscle memory that you can't help but give them a little room to be alive in you again. They might get burried, but they don't have to be die.

I'm training again for the triathlon this summer. Between swimming and running and just general physical punishment...this is by far my favorite workout of the week. I'm thinking of getting a tutu just for fun. Wouldn't the girls just freak?