Why is it that parents have that ability to apply guilt and make you feel about 2 inches tall. Or is it just my mother that does that? She does it to my dad too, and I feel sorry for him because he lives with her. My parents got back from their 3 month trip to Texas last Sunday and my mom called telling me they have something for me that I will just 'love' and if I would just invite them out to my house for dinner or meet them somewhere I would get it. What my mom doesn't realize is her idea of dinner is 4:30 - 5:00pm and I'm either still at work or at the gym working out. She is a classic sabatour by tell me to not work out that night or is working out more important than seeing your mother. I have tried to explain to her why this is important to me, but since she struggles with her weight and thinks that walking at the mall followed by a bagel with heaps of cream cheese is considered a work out, she doesn't get why this is important to me. I've tried to explain to her that I need to go directly from work to working out because if I don't, I just won't go and I get such a guilt trip from her over choosing a workout over my mother. She doesn't understand that I'm choosing ME over HER and not the workout. If I could be healthy without having to work out every day I'd take it. It just isn't in my DNA, and this structure works for me. Anyways...after I worked out today, I called my parents house and told them I was heading in towards their house and could stop by if they were going to be home, either before my stop at Circuit City or after. Well, only my dad was home so he called my mom on her cell phone to let her know I was in the area - I only live about 15 miles from them, but it is 15 miles in the wrong direction for everywhere I go, so their house is not really on my way anywhere, except Circuit City or The Mall of America. After I was done at Circuit City, which took about an hour, I called my dad and mom still wasn't home and he said he called her cell phone and she didn't answer it and it went to voice mail. Well I told him I was going to stop and get a salad and head home then. I'm home about 45 minutes and my cell phone rings....my mom is furious with me and my dad for not trying to track her down! Hello - left a message on the cell phone...what more did you want?? Now she's mad at me because I didn't stop over and wait until she got home, I just can't win with her sometime. I make the effort and it gets her mad at me, I don't make an effort and she gets mad at me. She always wants to get together to go out to eat and I've told her time and time again, that restuarant food is not something I'm comfortable with as even though there are good choices, I always seem to decide on the bad choices - it's my willpower that needs to get stronger, so I just try to avoid going out to eat until I feel stronger about it. They don't want to come out to my house to eat dinner, because I eat dinner at a normal time (say 6:00 - 7:00pm) and not as a late afternoon snack like they do!
Wow, I had a lot of venting to get out of me regarding this. It just seems that I'm darned if I do and darned if I don't, and if that is the case, then I just won't expose myself to the stress. I haven't called them back yet regarding their phone call. I can at least use the 'I left the phone in the car to charge' response until tomorrow and then put on the coat of armour to hear how I'm disappointing her yet again.
It's amazing how that affected what really was a good day with the workout and basement decisions. Went to Home Depot and found some flooring on sale that I really like and will work in the basement so that decision was made. The sale price was great and will save me a few bucks!
Went to work out and today was a running day and I knocked a minute off my running time. 3 miles in 39:39 and I ran for 12 minutes straight, so I did a mile without stopping, then after walking for 3 minutes I did 9 minutes straight. That is an accomplishment for me and I was psyched about it. I didn't feel exhausted at the end of the first mile either and could have kept going, but stopped because I have to get to 3 miles and I want to pace myself. So good workout, good basement decision all shot to heck because I didn't try and track my mother down.
These issues with my mother just make me want to eat, eat, eat like I used to. I know I'm stronger than that and I don't need to go eat, eat, eat or if I do it is going to be apples, peas, pineapple, banana's, etc because that is what is in the house! I need to find a way to route this frustration in a different manner - either another workout or a relaxing activity or something.
Things I'm proud of today:
1. I ran a 12 minute mile!
2. I didn't and am not going to go to the store for junk food to deal with mother issues.