I think some where in every family there is “that kid”. You know, the one that you have to love, but love to hate. They run around pulling people’s hair, kicking you in the shins, and beating you over the heard with their toys. To the parents they’re just “cute little Jimmy….so rambunctious”. But to you…..they are the devil! My tolerance for those types is pretty much non-existent (okay, so I know I’m going to end up with one of those kids just because I said that). It also means that I never really got too far as a baby sitter. Parents could spot me a mile away, “never going to leave my kid alone with that girl.” Fine by me! The down side was that all the baby sitting duties would get passed on to other family members, like my mom. I remember asking her one day how the little devil behaved after a sleep over. She said, “just fine.” Hmmmmm, very confusing. “How did you manage that?”, I inquired. That’s when she tossed me the most perfect little pearl of wisdom. “I just didn’t give him a choice.” What? Really? It’s that easy? Why yes, yes it is. If you eliminate the option of screwing around and getting in to trouble, then they have no choice but to be perfect little angels ; )
Turns out the exact same theory is true with dieting. There are endless items of juicy deliciousness staring you in the face all day long- layered, crispy nutty bars, Reese’s pieces, Cadbury cream eggs, kit kats, Twix bars, DQ, granola bars, Pizza, Peanut Butter Snickers!!!! Oh my. The list goes on and on. If you have to think about each and every one of the options, there is no possible way that you’ll be able to fight them all off. So it’s simple, don’t give yourself the choice. Unfortunately, I learned this lesson the hard way. I had been clipping along in my diet for several weeks with great success. Then I spent one weekend working way too much and not quite eating enough, and I ended up in a slump. I was crabby, tired, and hungry. I thought the very best thing I could do would be to just give myself a treat. I had some pizza and granola bars…lots of carby goodness. I thought I could just “cheat” one day and then get right back on track. Wrong. Once I opened the door and allowed myself to see and sample all my options, it was almost impossible to slam that door shut again. I felt like I was fighting off a tidal wave of cookies and cake and ice cream. Food was calling to me everywhere I went. It took me a solid 3 days to finally get to the point where I felt comfortable leaving the house without borrowing the dogs muzzle, just in case I came across the dreaded box of doughnuts in the break room at work. So, that’s my reality. There simply are no other options when it comes to food. I plan my meals out for the day, and if it’s not in the plan, I DO NOT EAT IT. I don’t even look at it, and I especially don’t touch it or smell it. Dieting….it’s not rocket science.
In an effort to continue my punishment for my cheat fest earlier in the week, I did some deficit dead lifting last night. It’s an awkward lift, but I don’t hate it nearly as much as I hate dead lifting in the rack! The idea is that you elevate yourself a few inches so that you have to pull that much farther. I did some reps at lower weight and then worked my way up to heavy singles. The last rep I did was at 245, and it was hard and incredibly ugly. The good news is that my back isn’t sore today! Next week will be a different story though. It will be my last heavy deadlift workout before the meet…yikes!
This morning was an early morning bench workout. I’m still having some minor pain in my left shoulder. For some reason, adding in a second bench workout is just enough to make it protest. Close grip bench, on the other hand, seems to be working well. So I did 3×3 at 105 pounds for close grip, pull ups, skull crushers, and dreaded dumbbell rows. The best part of the workout was getting another pull up PR. The goal was to do a total of 20 pull ups. I figured it would take me 3 or 4 sets, but I ended up doing 13 reps on my first set! Sweet. That only left 7 for the second set and that was no problem! I can now officially do more pull ups than half of the 13 year old hockey players at the gym.