I had not 1, but 2, social eating events this week. Full stop, the events were both straight food related.
The first was a goodbye lunch for a colleague at a restaurant that I really enjoy. Craft tends to have awesome beers and pretty decent food, so it wasn’t bad. I did my research beforehand – that’s right, I’m that person – and had my meal picked before I even got there.
And then the peer pressure and food craving happened.
See, I’m a sucker for a good burger. The best one in the city, in my humble opinion, was at Eddie Shorts, a shit hole bar that is no longer. Eddie’s had this glorious burger, the perfect mix of beef and spice on a fresh bun and the perfect ratio of condiments. We were there so much that the owner knew us, and knew precisely how we liked our burgers. Holy Hannah – I miss Eddie’s (it’s since been replaced by Daravara, which is also delicious but the burgers aren’t nearly as awesome). So, since then, I’ve kinda kept my eye open for its replacement.
So, I did my research. Had my lean and delicious meal all picked out… and then spotted a summer special. A burger that sounded rather delightful. As my team sat around me and ordered poutine, fries, onion rings and deep fried chicken burgers, and joked with me about my diet, I thought… “do I want to be this person?” And then I thought “I’ve been really good all week – I’m going to try this.”
Spoiler: The burgers at Craft aren’t awesome. It wasn’t worth it. I felt like shit for the rest of the day. Literally, until I went to bed.
My other little slip this week was my gym time. I was walking every lunch hour, and my knee was aching. Like, needed painkillers and an ice pack every night, kind of ache. I have had my shoes for awhile – longer than I likely should have. Fun fact, did you know that your shoes should be replaced every 500 kilometres? Truth. Guess how many I’ve been in mine?
The other kicker about my running shoes is that I utterly DESTROYED my feet. Truly. I kept running on my damn knee even as it was all wrapped up, and I was engaging in some really not healthy behaviour that added about 15 to 25 pounds to my frame AS I was running with my banged up leg, and THEN I got stress fractures in my feet AND nerve damage… so my feet were fucked. FUUUUUUCKED. Hadn’t checked my gait in years, and it’s taken me years of practice (with physio help) to straighten up – literally. I still make sure I’m standing straight and that my ribs are aligned every single day.
So, with my penultimate round of icing hell (I hate ice on me. Hate hate hate hate), I decided to go get my gait checked, and get new shoes. I’ve had these bad boys for two workouts, and oh my god. Brooks, thank you for the Ghosts. My feet feel AMAZING! (My knee still aches, but more because I’ve managed to hit over 10,000 steps before 5 pm both days this work week).
Oh, and I lost, again. BOOM. Over 12 pounds gone! Here are my new shoes to celebrate!