mmmmm, chocolate! mmmmm, cake!

I woke up yesterday with the mind set that "I CAN'T TAKE THE DAY OFF!" from excercise. All along I'm supposed to take Wednesday and Sunday's off. So far, I did that once. I can't, not yet. I can't let one day go to waste. I just can't. After pacing the house for about 30 minutes yesterday afternoon, trying everything to get my mind off of it, I threw on my yoga pants and out the door I went. I sweat up a storm. It was FANTASTIC!

Until I got home

About 30 minutes after being home, I went downstairs to see how my Husband's project was going. When I started back UP the stairs, it was about the 3rd step that I went UGH. I then had to take them slowly, one at a time. My legs were killing me. Slowly my back followed suit, only to be budged by my hips!

I over did it

Now I know why they say to take days "off". Learned a few new things yesterday. I didn't realize that when you exercise, you get tears in your muscle's. You need the days rest so your muscle can rebuild itself and in the words of my friend "that's when the magic happens!".

With that I put on my pj pants and hit the couch. It felt good to veg out. I've been eating so good for days and days. Scale is moving and I can't wait to get measured tomorrow.

That being said...

I felt bad because I haven't done any baking in two months. Don't want the temptation in the house. I made my Husband a chocolate cake. Yep, a chocolate cake. Guess what ,I LICKED THE BATTER! You betcha. My body and soul deserved a break. I didn't consider it a reward, I considered it a priviledge.

On that note, when it was done baking I waited about 30 minutes and put the frosting on while it was still warm. Gotta have it all warm and gooey! As I stood there looking over my Sunday delight, my gift to my Husband...I said "Aw the hell with it!" and cut myself a piece. Poured an ice cold glass of milk as a chaser and curled up on the couch to enjoy. 2 weeks ago I would have been riddled with guilt, not today folks! I enjoyed every last bite right down to licking the frosting off the corners of my mouth when I was done!

Folks take it from me, you have got to treat yourself once in awhile. By not doing so you're actually punishing yourself. You can do that just so many times and you eventually cave in and not in a good way. Binging is a risk. Besides, it wakes your body up. It gets so used to burning the same substance that throwing in some sugar & an avalanche of carbs (which is what my one piece of cake was) has your body suddenly stand at attention. Your metabolism goes "What the what?!" as my 10 year old says. It says "EVERY BODY UP, THIS IS A RED ALERT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE!".

Magic. A piece of chocolate cake and a day of rest today. Abbra Cadabra!