At the end of the night of training I’m always starving, that’s a given. I know I’m thirsty, I have to be based on the amount of sweat. But I don’t feel thirsty. I’m craving a coke. Damn sweet tooth. Here lately I’ve been satisfying it by stopping at 5 Guys and having about 4 or 5 Cokes to wash down my bacon cheeseburger. Yeah I know.
But what the craving is really masking is my thirst. As soon as I get some chocolate milk (it’s the perfect balance of protein/ fat/ carbs recovery drink), a coconut water and a ton of water in me, the craving is gone. And I can pass by 5 guys without trouble. I can make it home to cook dinner with the roomie.
Based on my training, I should have been dropping weight. But I couldn’t make it passed 5 guys. And then I ticked up to almost 149 Monday morning. And I’m supposed to be in a practice cut to at least 135. So that habit stopped. And I hit a flat 146 this morning.
For all the sugar my parents cut out of my life when I was little, creating good (or weird) habits, like not eating waffles or pancakes with syrup, I still loose the battle. The sugar is something I will fight all my life. My cravings can be overpowering. But it helps to have a goal and accountability to get me to stop. Sometimes you just need a reason bigger than you to change.
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