It’s been a rough week. Partially, because I expected it to be an easy week. I had my life planned out, but unanticipated work projects and a stubborn impulse for perfectionism really ruined that.
It’s training season. I’ve been putting in loooooong hours (as in 12-14 daily) working on presentations, finalizing sessions, confirming presenters and picking up some extra jobs that need doing. All of my meals are with student staff.
Did you know that our campus dining services happens to make the best damn cake-like brownies in the world? Seriously! And I don’t even LIKE cake-like brownies. But by Tuesday afternoon, I had finished off two of them, despite having a perfectly satisfying lunch of pasta salad, mixed green salad and half a roast beef sandwich.
And then I pretty much stopped drinking water because I didn’t have time to run to the campus center to refill my water bottle (I’m a stickler for ICE water–not room temp).
THEN we had a meeting in which I practically snorted lines of powdered sugar Munchkins only to feel jittery and have a powder residue around my nostrils that would have easily been called out by Perez Hilton.
Today? Better. I’ve stepped away from the brownies. Had 2 liters of water, avoided sweets except for a (ONE) cookie, had a handful of carrots and light string cheese for snack and went on a 30-40 minute outdoor bike ride.I still need to figure out dinner. Right now, I could go for some Greek yogurt and fresh fruit. Or a tuna sandwich.
The problem with managing my eating and kicking the sweet craving to the curb is obvious: too much work. Too much stress. Oddly, I don’t feel stressed because I’m not mentally freaking out about what I don’t have control over. I’m eerily calm. It’s the stress of spending too many hours at work and not enough riding my bike, going to spin class, eating vegetables, sleeping…
I’m making a concerted effort to evaluate what must be done, what can be dropped and what can be saved for later. And I’m delegating. I had a turning point yesterday when my colleagues assisted with a project (unasked) and saved me at least an hour or two of work. (I seriously have the best colleagues ever.) And I brought work home that could be done in my pjs, on my sofa with a cup of tea. Yes, it was still an extended workday, but it was done on my terms. Also helping: taking a few minutes to re-prioritize my task list, assign time limits to projects and pencil them into the free spaces in my datebook is helping me have a better handle on what needs to be done while freeing my mind at night when I’m home and no longer want or need to think about work.
This weekend, I have quite a bit of stuff to do, but also a number of plans (helping Evan pack, visit his dad who’s moving to California soon, sleep, catch up on Top Chef). I’ll do what I need to do and start planning next week so I can take advantage of as much down time as possible this weekend.
Oh yeah… and weigh in? I’ve gained 2.6lbs.