Hey, remember when I said that I was going to keep doing the Whole30 for another 2 weeks and that everything was going to be fantastic? Things did *NOT* go as planned! Tournament season is a nasty bitch, and that's all I have to say about that. Gaining 5 pounds in a week is the exact reason why I shouldn't own a scale, and that's all I have to say about that. I found out that carbs make me have hard poops, and while I'll say more about that to anyone who listens, I won't go into detail on le blog.
I ate pizza. I ate candy. I ate an effing donut.
And then...I bought an iFit!
Yay, I'm cool now!
I haven't quite mastered it, but I've only had it for a day. The main reason I got one is because I've been insanely jealous of my roommate (she has a FitBit) and I want to get 10,000 steps, too! As of right now (7pm), I've taken about 7700 steps. NEAT! I've also been upping my game on the exercise, and today I'm starting a little 14 day yoga shred challenge with my homegirl Sadie Nardini. And once cheer season is over, I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I can get home before 5pm and go on walks n' junk...I might even jog! I mean, I probably won't, but the possibility is there, and that's what counts!
Anyway, I'm still trying my best to eat real, whole, good food. I'm actually going to take a cooler with me this weekend (We're going to staaaaaaaaate!) so that I can stay on track because I am NOT going to suffer for another weekend just because the dang hospitality room for coaches has nachos and donuts and cake and Doritos and brownies and NACHOS. Eff I hate people who don't prepare for my presence amongst the peons.
And with that, I leave you with the notion that life after Whole30 is difficult, but doable. Also, here are some baby cheerleaders for inspiration. Keep on Truckin', baby!
BTW, if I ever have a daughter, she's going to be a little baby cheerleader. She will be cute and bubbly, and not even kind of athletic. Not even kind of.
