Well, I had amazing abs for all of 5 minutes. Remember when I posted that awesome bikini picture from my trip to Cancun? Well, neither do I. Funny how injury is so often accompanied by the need to gobble up all things chocolate and in my particular case, marshmallowy and rice krispy. Sidelined by the ruptured tendon in my calf, I found myself wallowing in self pity and seeking out all things sweet and comforting. I started out innocently enough by making panfuls of “healthy” vegan brownies that I managed to unabashedly scarf down without an ounce of guilt (after all, my vegan sister WAS coming to visit). The accompanying chocolate fudge icing was really my downfall and ought to be banned from my house forever. Sure, it’s “healthy” and better for you than regular icing (which I never seem to crave), but if you find yourself using it to top just about everything in the fridge (fudge zucchini strips, anyone?), and you’re making new batches every other day because it is so damn tasty, your new found abs are going to go into hiding!
I recognized the warning signs of emotionally charged comfort food behavior, but was helpless to my insatiable sweet tooth. I tried to preserve my muscles by staying active in the pool. At least until this happened.
Though an unsuccessful amputation, it still produced enough of a wound to keep me out of the pool for a month. I found myself land locked while still unable to run or bike, and any hope of maintaining a sensible diet was lost. My sweet tooth driven self-pity party enthusiastically took control of my mouth and remaining nine digits. I abandoned my efforts to healthify my recipes and rediscovered the glory of sugar in the form of rice krispy treats after making some for my kids’ lemonade stand.
The initial batch was a bit brick like, but I perfected my technique in subsequent batches with less krispy and more mallow, not to mention scrumptious additions like chocolate chips and rainbow sprinkles. For a great cause, right? And summer just requires s’mores. I’ll have some s’more s’mores please. And homemade full-fat chocolate chip cookies. Because my kids need to have real treats, and that’s the stuff of real childhood memories, right?
Pass the nachos, too, because I’m injured and I need some guacamole. I was a nine fingered, lip smacking, sugar and salt binging Frodo after Mount Doom feasting Hobbit style. A limping caterpillar preparing for her chrysalis. A hungry, hibernating momma bear with a hang nail, hankering for honey. I don’t even know what I ate.
It’s all just a blur that landed smack on my abs. Fast forward to today, I am slowly getting back on track. Not much to do but dust off my muffin top and get back at it.
My leg is healed, I’m back to running and I’ve even doubled my standard running loop, consistently logging 4-5 miles at a time (…be real: don’t even think I actually run all of that, I’ve got 10 extra lbs on me. I’m crawling). As injury and extra weight have slowed me down, I have stayed away from actual races this summer. Instead, I have been exploring the world of virtual racing. It has turned out to be a great motivator to get out and log some mileage, and Nathan and I recently completed a 52 mile “race,” Harry Potter style. We managed to complete it in about 3 weeks, much faster than my anticipated 3 months. Now we just have to wait another month to receive our medals. Granted, the delayed gratification and lack of a cheering section at the finish line are a bit of a drag, but other than that the virtual racing scene is awesome!
I’ve also resumed my heavy weight lifting 3 days per week and monthly check ins with my trainer, and I’ve been back in the pool. And I’m slowly taming my sweet tooth once again, with my healthy “cheat” foods like protein pancakes, homemade protein peanut butter cups, and Arctic Zero (Toasted Coconut is the best) replacing their full fat, sugary dopplegangers. My abs are still there, they are just hiding for the time being. I found them before and I can find them again! Sorry kids, the sugar fest is over, your mom wants her abs back!