Last week I got back to the gym...again.
You see, I have the Canadian National Freediving Competition coming up at the end of May and I haven't been training properly. I've watched my eating habits veer toward unhealthy. I've skipped working out if it looked just a little too chilly outside when it was time to get up and go to the gym.
This was pretty much the same place I was in before the last competition when I blacked-out twice and therefore finished LAST. So proper training has begun. Running, gym, eating right. I've got about six weeks to be where I want to be physically and mentally. No problem.
Or so I thought. I remembered that it's Morgaine's birthday this weekend. And what comes with a birthday? Cake! What's the big deal about cake, you ask? Well, last year after my birthday I decided that one cake wasn't enough. Over the next few weeks I staged my very own cakefest, which is kinda like Oktoberfest with pints of chocolate icing instead of beer. My cake craze signaled the downfall of my personal fitness regime over the winter.
And it's funny how after eating lots of cake other unhealthy foods seem a little less unhealthy. Suddenly a grilled cheese sandwich is good for me because it has less sugar than cake. And chips have less fat. A milkshake has no flour, therefore less carbs. Even skinny little bio-engineered Pocky looks like a healthy option next to a big fat slice of chocolate cake.
Perhaps when cake is presented this weekend I should summon the kind of willpower I use when I hold my breath. A difficult task indeed because for me it's actually easier to hold my breath for six minutes than to say no to a piece of delicious birthday cake.
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