So it is that time of year again for Catholics. The beginning of Lent. Last night I tried to be good. I only had one glass of wine when we went to dinner. I ordered greek salad and broiled greek snapper. My food was devoured in less than 10 minutes.
I then proceeded to eat 3 or 4 of my 2 year old's chicken fingers, and then convinced my husband that we needed to order lemon ice box AND peanut butter pie! Holy shit. Someone almost had to carry me out of that place. WTF? Did I fool myself and think, "Well, Lent is coming and I'm going to be totally good, so I will just blow it tonight??" Obviously.
And as a result, I have a new theory.
PIE MAKES YOU WEAK!
This morning in the WOD, I did 5 sets of 5 over head presses with 55#, 37 pullups (largely unasssisted!), but when I began the 50 burpee box jumps/75 situps for time, my legs felt like they would not cooperate. Nobody loves box jumps, but after like the 10th one, I had to stop and stretch, because I was afraid I would have to scale! I made it through, but I am still blaming it on the pie..... :)
I told someone at work about what I ate last night, and she was like, " So you are human!" Well, yeah! My weaknesses are, at times, as great as my triumphs. If only I could cut that shit out...
I saw a quote today that I really liked:
" Obsessive is what the lazy call the dedicated."
Hell yeah they do.
