12 March 2013

Going nuts

I might have just gone mad.  If you know me, you know how much I love peanut butter.  I believe this obsession has surpassed my pre-fitness cravings for burgers and Cokes.
Well, it has come to the point where I think I need to get reined in.  I’m going through copious quantities of peanut butter.  In fact, if there was a peanut butter store, I alone might keep it in business.
It has become a case of too much of a good thing.  Even though I’m eating exactly as advised by my trainer, he never specified peanut butter limitations and I’ve been taking advantage of that.  I know he wouldn’t approve if he knew how much I actually consume.  Not only that, but I can tell that my body needs a change from this much peanut butter.
The thing is that I can’t seem to just reduce my intake on my own.  I can tell myself to cut back (I’ve already tried this several times) but I still cave.  Others can also advise me to back off and I would agree with them that I should and even intend to do so, but…. I’ll still give in.
I concluded that the only way this is going to change is if my trainer specifically restricts my peanut butter consumption.  He is the one authority I follow completely regarding my personal fitness and nutrition.  My family and friends know that I don’t deviate from anything he tells me.  I’ve already experienced results through his expertise and I trust him to help me to keep taking it to the next level.  So I take his advice quite literally.  (In fact the other night after a fight night, a group of us met at a restaurant.  It was past midnight, meaning it was technically no longer Saturday so my cheat options should have been void.  My companions kept telling me I didn’t need to be THAT strict, haha, but it was a dilemma for me.)
Knowing that I will respond to whatever my trainer tells me and that I’m overdue for a change, I fessed up this morning and asked him to give me some restrictions.  Is that going mad or what??  I’m so glad I did though.
Sorry, peanut butter store.  You might go out of business now….

04 March 2013

Don't ask me to remember....

Today a friend asked me to remind him about something the next time I saw him.  I told him if it didn’t have to do with peanut butter I couldn’t guarantee remembering anything.
It’s crazy what things I remember easily – sometimes things I’d rather not or that just don’t matter.  And then there are the things I just can’t seem to recall even though I really want to.
Ah well, I’m learning to cope…