My thighs are pretty sore. I had my Saturday TRX class finish withTabata jump squats and I joined them. That’s 20 seconds of jump squats, 10 seconds of rest for eight cycles. That’s four minutes. The stinging ache started after round three but we all finished. I’m sure some of them are sore too. You should try it some time, it feels good to finish. What? I’m crazy? Well maybe just a little.
So in addition to sore thighs, this weekend brought an onslaught of odd food cravings. Actually not so odd. Like clockwork each month I will crave fish, cheese and either chocolate or something really gooey and sugary. Naturally I gave in a little bit. While I didn’t go off the rails completely I did indulge a bit and then proceeded to immediately ‘confess’ my food crime. Yes, I went to Food Confession.
I have three confessors – my friends June Ellen, Lindsay and Cristina. Odds are I will text one of them once a week. This text went something like this “FORGIVE ME FOOD CONFESSOR FOR I HAVE SINNED – I ATE PIZZA!” Well, maybe not the first part but the pizza part was legit. Now sometimes, not every time, my confessor will text back “I ate blah blah blah too – frowny face emoticon.” When I get a food confession from my confessor I feel a strange sense of relief, like “Whew, it’s okay. I’m not the only one who is human and ate something not so healthy. So maybe I will not immediately balloon up to look like Violet Beauregard (blueberry girl) from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! But I will sit here and wait just in case…..no, no noticable inflating.”
Other times I get a text message that says “It’s okay! I think you look great and you’re doing great!” On Friday I received this message from my girl Cristina “Put the cheese down!” And I did.
I’m so grateful for my food confessors – somehow admitting to when I ate something I shouldn’t have I just feel better. Perhaps it just makes me feel human with all my imperfections and I take comfort in the fact that everyone is imperfect or that when I need a little tough love my friends are there to mete it out. I wonder if Food Confession is a phenomenon that is practiced by other women. Or maybe it’s just me. In any case I’m pretty sure I need to just stop obsessing so much about food and just enjoy the beautiful life I’ve been blessed with.
See you in class and the studio!