My7DayDiet: Day 3

Re-cap: Vegetable day was pretty easy. Vegetables always fill me up and I eat delicious vegetable combinations all the time so what to make was pretty easy. My kale and spinach salad wasn’t bad. Kale has a really earthy flavor to me which was unexpected but not bad, not bad at all. I took the pups out for our regular afternoon walk which is generally about 4 miles but I felt a bit off, as I had expected. We wrapped it up only doing 2 miles. I was supposed to hit the gym for a climbing session but after our jaunt around the park I didn’t feel it would be a good idea. Bummer. Next week though…next week.

The idea that there is something that I can’t have is driving my cravings, though. This is why I don’t diet, I just eat better. Anywhoo…I’ve been day dreaming about a Twix bar and gummy bears all day…and then I ordered these:

Actually, I ordered the Pumpkin and Chocolate. Whatever. Don’t judge me! They are Raw Vegan Treats (see Raw is Sexy in ma recommended sites –>) aaaaand they won’t ship until January 10th which will be after I’m done the detox.

So I think things are going pretty well but it’s a good idea to keep exercise pretty low-key for the week which makes sense.

Today is Day 3: Fruit and Vegetable Day! Whoopie!!

I made enough fruit salad for day 1 to carry me through (I’m a planner) and same with yesterday’s vegetable day. Which is pretty awesome because I didn’t have any rushing around for prep the night before. Woot!

Getting Back in the Harness

Like many folks, I suffer from the winter blues (or grays). A problem that, for me, is exacerbated by the monochromatic padded walls of my daily cell. I’m only guessing the interior decorator was having a really bad day when selecting this color scheme. On a cloudy day, even that beautiful window is filled with grayness.

The bright spots in my space are the various pictures of children of friends and family all smiling prettily as if to remind me, “Chin up, Ducky.” And my climber buddies. These kids are avid builderers, in that they climb buildings. Currently, my she-climber is in the middle of climbing her way out of a wicked, steep roof while her he-climbing partner (who is never on lead because women climbers rock it a little more hard-core here) is safely giving her a hanging belay.

Today, though, they serve as a reminder that I let the doldrums creep their way in and suck out my joie de vive. I haven’t tied into a rope in about 4 weeks. I have a standing date on Monday and Friday nights with Bryan, my amazing, soft-spoken, quietly encouraging climbing partner…and I’ve repeatedly bailed.

It’s a catch 22. My melancholia zaps my desire to do the things that I love. Those things that I love, though, those are the things that make me feel great about who I am, where I’m going, what I have to offer. Those things that I love are what help keeps the melancholia at bay.

Why is it so easy to give in to the grayness?

I never give a big “EFF YOU” to the thing I know is going to seep in and demand a stronger foothold by going out, being with friends, climbing my heart out, and loving myself.

“Oh hey. It’s you again. Let me call Bryan and cancel. You know were the ice cream is. No hogging the blankets this time and, please, no more romantic comedies!”  

Not today, friends.

Today I'm going climbing...