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Today the blogoshere is lit up with articles from people that are losing weight who had successful and healthy Super Bowl party experiences.  This is not one of those blogs.  This morning I woke up with a food hangover that made me feel tired, sluggish, and unmotivated to go to the gym.

My first inhale of air after I woke up sent the smell of cheese burger flavored Doritos to my brain and caused me to want to vomit like a frat kid after a night of Jager-bombs at a house party.  Jager-bombs are a particular nasty alcoholic concoction for those of you unfamiliar with drinking lingo.  If you are use to eating clean, a bad day of eating can make you feel as bad as any night of drinking.

The day started off pretty good.  I prepared myself for the afternoon events by eating normal and talking myself into eating sensibly when I got to the party.  I felt like I was ready.  I have been working out hard and staying on track in the nutrition part.  My mantra was “You’ve been doing great, let’s keep it up today.  It’s only a few hour game.”

Before I left I packed my workout gear so that I could go to the gym after the game.  I also stopped and picked up a tractor tire to take home and use for workouts.  With this in mind I entered the party confident.  It only took about two steps inside before all my plans went right out the window.

The spread on that table was looking good.  There were some sandwiches that were not a threat as they were relatively healthy.  Right next to them were these little smokies wrapped in croissant dough.  There was a bag of cheeseburger Doritos and a bowl of other Doritos.  Cookies the size of your head were located next to a nice meat and cheese tray.

So what’s a guy to do?  I grabbed a sandwich a couple of little hot dogs and a handful of cheeseburger Doritos and walked away.  I sat down and ate.  I got done and thought “Good job, you didn’t do too bad.”  Right after that I thought “Let’s just see what else is up there one more time.”  The kiss of death!

I don’t like sweets and I don’t really like Doritos either but for some reason I developed a craving that I wasn’t willing to fight.  I ate one of the cookies and it was really good.  After that one I saw another one that looked like it might be even better.  It was.  Needless to say, I picked at food the entire game and felt like I was going to vomit by the time we left.

As we were loading the boys in the car I told Suzy that I would just work out at home.  We both knew better and decided I better just get to the gym.  The thing is that I was dead tired.  I had entered a food coma and wanted to go to sleep.  I drove to the gym thinking about what an idiot I had just been.  Now I was going to pay for it.

I hopped on a bike and rode for an hour.  It wasn’t an enjoyable workout and I felt like all that food could be out of my mouth and onto the floor at any time.  I made it through and went home.  I sat there watching television like a zombie for a while and then went to bed frustrated.

I woke up this morning and still felt bad but knew I needed to get over it and go back to work.  Even though I blew it at the party, I still found some redemption in the fact that I went and worked out even though I didn’t want to.  This morning as frustrated as I was I got right back on schedule.

The moral of this story.  We all blow it from time to time.  The important thing is not to dwell on it and get right back on track.  Hey, when I do it I do it big.  The difference now is that I don’t beat myself up for days or weeks.  I get back to work and do my best to learn from my mistake.  Now back to work!

See you tomorrow!