It was a good day, but a bad evening. A very bad evening.
I won’t expound here, but I will say that a bad evening translates into a good workout: when I’m upset (or angry, or stressed), I feel compelled to push myself harder than normal at the gym. I try to make the emotional pain fade by trading it for physical exhaustion.
When your muscles ache and tremble from fatigue, it’s hard to think of anything but a hot bath and a soft bed. Through exercise, my hurt is numbed.
Probably not healthy, but it’s better than my old habit: binging and purging.
With that said, my exercise tonight basically cancelled out the entirety of my day:
Fortunately for me, I ate my “planned cheat,” the gluten-free chocolate chip cookie I was salivating over in an earlier blog post, before heading to the gym. So, at least that part of my evening went well!
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Have a good night and bon appetit, my friends!