Committing to a 3 month program of strict dieting and a tiring gym schedule defintely has an effect on one's social life. Simple ideas of dinner and a movie or a spontaneous weekend road trip become a game of timing, planning and stretching the truth a bit.
Lying is never good. One lie becomes five very quickly and the stress of having to remember all of these tall tales is too much for me to handle. Honesty really is the best policy, especially since all my lost sleep and extreme energy expension leave me with very little brain power each evening anway. But, sometimes this training program has forced little, teeny untruths to leave my mouth at any given moment.
Apparently, now, I have....kids. Whoops!
I was at the gym and got a message from a friend inviting me to a movie, which started 20 minutes after my weight class got out. First thought...panic!! I was supposed to eat again and didn't bring food. Second thought...I have wanted to see this movie for awhile. Third thought....I wonder if I can find suitable food in the next 20 min to sneak into the movie theater??
So off I went in search of an acceptable, diet-friendly dinner.
~ Sandwich? No.
~ Pizza joint? Definitely not.
~ Thai Food? Not enough time or patience.
~ Natural Cafe?? Maybe so!
I power walked into the Natural Cafe in all my spandex, straight from the gym glory and ordered food for my "kids". I get tired of servers giving me the stink-eye as I ask for food that is plain, very specific and sometimes chopped into pieces. Servers hate it, so I made up some kids. Perfect!!
I ordered 2 Turkey Patties, chopped into bites with lettuce and tomato only. "Please leave off the dressing, onions, bun, cheese and ketchup". Then I asked that this creation be packed in a small plastic container for my "kids". No one gives you the death stare when you are ordering for your kids. They want to give you a medal of honor for being such an accomodating and thoughtful parent.
Then off I went into the movie theater, with my illegal, chopped up and naked skeleton of a turkey burger in my giant purse. I ate it quite happily as my friends chowed down on their nachos. Then, as they went off into the night to grab drinks and hang out, I took my tired self home to bed so I could rise and shine for my 6AM gym date.
Honesty is always the best policy...unless you are in Competition training.
