I’ve still been feeling burnt out from running. My legs are tired and I’m really looking forward to my race(s), mostly so I can stop running so damn much! Last night, I took a break and went to a baseball game with Jason and our friends Emily and Brian.
We went directly after work and I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner beforehand. I knew that this would happen and I knew that I’d end up eating something crappy because I don’t think Turner Field really has anything besides crappy food.
I really like soft pretzels, okay? The game was fun, even though the Braves did terribly. They didn’t even score a run until the last inning.
Normally, I’d be upset at myself for eating a pretzel for dinner, but last night I wasn’t and I think that is important to note. I am good with moderation. Really good. I run a lot but sometimes I drink a lot too. I never eat fast food, but I do eat processed food. I go to the gym 5-6 days a week, but sometimes I half ass it. But while I’m actually good at moderation and feel like I’m a pretty well-rounded person, what I struggle with is being okay with it.
Even though my behavior isn’t always healthy, instead of enjoying the pretzel or the beer, I beat myself up for it. I strive for some unrealistic goal of being healthy all the time, whatever that means. I think maybe I’m afraid that if I let myself be okay with it (eating stadium food, drinking beer, whatever), then that means I’ll do it all the time and that really isn’t the case. I know what is good for me and what isn’t. I know how I feel when I have certain foods.
So if I’m going to engage in the behavior sometimes, I should just enjoy it, right? Cause what’s life without a soft pretzel and a cheap beer at a baseball game? Did I have another pretzel and beer tonight? No, I went to the gym and ran five miles and ate a healthy dinner.