This past three-day weekend, I got zero work done. I’m sure I’m not alone in this no-productivity boat when I say this, but the temptation to relax and just have some fun was too great. I had unread e-mails sitting in my inbox, projects that were being neglected, papers unwritten, and phone calls unreturned – but I just couldn’t bring myself to care. Bahh, I’ll do it all on Tuesday, I told myself. And before I could dwell on my decision for too long and let the guilt sink in, I scuttled off to social event after social event, double-fisting beers and chowing down on burnt Bratwursts. Oh yeah, and last night? I had animal crackers for dinner. With a side of half of a chocolate bar.
Some of you fitness zealots may be sitting there at your computers with your mouths agape, sheer horror written all over your faces. I might as well have committed murder what with all my blasphemous behavior, no? How irresponsible of me to allow myself to be lazy, imbibe liberally, and consume a meal with no protein. (What about all my gainz, you guyz?!) Yes, I can understand the sentiment; I would have thought the same thing just a few years ago. The control freak in me would have never allowed myself to indulge in any sort of capacity.Read More →