I think I'm on Day 5...or is it 6? of my new menu. I don't want to psych myself out by calling it a diet. Not only that, but I'm hoping to implement a more permanent overhaul to my daily intake than "diet" suggests. Mark of www.atlasfoods.com did warn me of the sugar cravings I would feel and possibly a bit of the not-so-nice-Kris might make an appearance. Well, she came out yesterday, of course at work. I was surrounded by really delicious-looking, smelling food. I persevered. But after waking at 2:30 in the morning for a fire and not getting back to the station until 5am...I caved. The banana pancakes were too much to resist. If Jack Johnson says...how can I refuse? After confessing/consulting with Ronda today I've decided to eat 5oz of brown rice, 2.5 oz of Flank Steak, 5 oz of Asparagus and say 3 Hail Mary's. (Not being Catholic I made do with saying, "Hi," to the girls three times.) Consensus was that I needed another meal having worked (some might argue that while being in command) for hours in the night. So I've learned I need to have contingency meals in the fridge at work. This will thrill the self-appointed refrigerator guard at the station. Bring it baby, this food is working, nothing standing in my way.
On the fitness side of today. I'd planned on an easy run with the girls and crossfit. I adjusted begrudgingly to a nap and grocery shopping at Trader Joe's for the next week's meals. I'm feeling somewhat recovered because of that decision. This weekend will be a long weekend filled with TWO "long" runs back to back. Zoe's wicked excited. I'm curious as to whether this will knock me out for the rest of the night.
Finally, I'm selling the Pilot. Anyone want to buy a silver Honda Pilot for a screamin deal give me a call. Gots to tighten the old belt strap. Audi...girls and I have some movies to watch!
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