Last night I decided to drink the chuhai a friend had left in my fridge after our weekly Taco Tuesday dinner this week. Chuhais are these canned, fruity, boozy drinks that are sold here in Japan. They’re delicious, but they have a lot of carbonation in them, so I don’t drink them often. They tend to fill me up really quickly.
I’ve been trying to cut back on how much alcohol I drink though, so instead of making myself the usual Maker’s and Coke, I went with the chuhai instead.
Fast forward to now: I’ve spent the day with some slight nausea, a dull headache, and a little stomach cramping. I’ve been trying to figure out what I might have eaten since yesterday that could be causing me to feel so gross – I’m starting to think it may have been that chuhai. Truthfully, I didn’t stop to consider whether or not it has gluten in it when I drank it. I just grabbed it out of the fridge and took a sip, assuming it was ok.
Unfortunately, the ingredients are all in Japanese, and Googling has yielded me no useful results in determining whether or not chuhais contain gluten. I feel fairly certain that everything else I ate was safe though, it’s the only thing I’m unsure about, so that has to be it, right?
Regardless, this incident has quickly turned into an uncomfortable reminder that I need to make more of a conscious effort if I’m going to be successful at avoiding gluten and dairy. It’s going to be a bit harder than I thought – not that I thought it would be easy. Fortunately, I’m still feeling positive about my chances of doing better going forward. I just need to figure out how to make myself feel better today.
I’ve already managed to blow off my gym plan, but I’ve got a 5-day step goal streak going, so I’m gonna take that as a win. Unfortunately, I don’t feel as excited and pumped about this challenge as I did before. I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately. I’m stuck in some sort of funk or rut, or whichever is the best way to describe it.
The thing is, I’ve gained back some of the weight I’d lost these past few months. Realistically, it’s probably only about 5 lbs, but when you’re as short as I am, that translates to anywhere from one to two clothing sizes. In terms of measurements, my waist size seems to have increased by a whole two inches. My super comfy jeans are now super tight jeans, and the muffin top I’d finally managed to get rid of, is back with a vengeance. I feel gross.
But, instead of feeling motivated by this to climb back on the wagon, I feel stuck. I’m in that spot; you know, the one where you know you need to make a change – and you want to make a change – but you just can’t get yourself to actually do it. So, instead of making positive changes, you just make worse choices.
I have a Bod Pod appointment tomorrow, so I’m hoping my latest results will give me the kick in the ass I need to shake this funk. I don’t feel all that confident about it though. I know I need to change my mindset, but that’s just not where I’m at right this moment. Hopefully, I’ll feel differently tomorrow.
So, I’m pretty sure I jinxed myself. Despite getting off to a good start and walking most of the day’s steps earlier in the morning, I still managed to lose track of time and miss my goal by about 2,500 steps.
On the bright side, I’ve been a lot more open about what I’m doing with friends this time around. Before, I would anxiously glance at my watch during our weekly group dinner, trying to find ways to discreetly get my steps in before just giving up altogether or running out of time. On Wednesday though, I told them I had a daily step goal I was trying to reach, so I was getting up to walk around. No one batted an eye or looked at me like I was crazy.
That being said, I don’t want to spend our weekly dinners walking laps while we chat after eating, so I really need to work on hitting my goal before dinner even starts. Now I’m back on track, I;n determined to keep my new streak going. Happy Friday!