They would likely say that nothing good could possibly come from eating little chocolate bars at 10pm. I’m not exactly trying to prove them wrong . . . any expectations I have of chocolate is purely an in-the-moment thing. I’m certain that a moment of regret will ensue, a moment decorated with a mirror and a short walk to the shower. It’s rough, I can’t help myself . . . Wait, isn’t this supposed to be a Strength blog? Where’s my willpower? I ate it . . . one tiny wrapper at a time.
The Nuun tablet looks like some Supple Leopard’s alka seltzer. Watch it dissolve, drink the water, stay hydrated until morning. It feels a little pointless after the chocolate bars, but we do what we can when we can. I do anyway.
Take earlier today, for example. I might be overdue a rest day, but when my son was excited about taking his kettlebell & barbell out into the yard, I couldn’t exactly turn down that offer. We kept it casual & engaging:
3 sets of: 10 Barbell Squats/10 Hand-to-Hand KB Swings/2 Farmer Carries, one lap left, one lap right.
It felt like a light version of a workout I did maybe 2 days ago . . . and maybe it was. The session wasn’t overly taxing, but it got us both outside and feeling more accomplished than not.
We rode our bikes down to the park and kicked the soccer ball around for a bit, threw the football for maybe the same amount of time, then got sidetracked at a playground on our way home. He played tag with some friends, I worked on Pistol Squats and got even closer than I’ve yet been.
Maybe, I think to myself, without littering my world with these disposable & avoidable chocolate bar wrappers, I might have a few less pounds or inches to worry about Pistoling up. Maybe I’m over-exaggerating, but I’m not yet pumping out these Pistols without assistance.
As another maybe, “they” are probably right . . . nothing good comes from eating little chocolate bars at 10pm (well, it’s later now), but I decide & claim that it doesn’t matter. I’m not trying to be a saint, I’m just trying to be better than I was yesterday, and all things considered, I haven’t fallen off track. Tomorrow is another chance, and there are 3 little chocolate bars tomorrow doesn’t have to worry about.