It's after 10 and I just finished dinner.. that's bad. But in my (and my dinner's) defense, it's because I worked out late. After I made some chicken and put a salad together, I sat down in front of a Gossip Girl dvd. I got up from my perch on the couch to get more chicken, and I was already feeling the soreness from my workout-- and that was just after sitting for five mins. I'm gonna be in paaain tomorrow.
So, on to that workout. I walked-- uphill like always-- for 55 mins. It was 3 1/2 miles and I burned 400 calories. And I ran for 5 of the 55 mins. Kate, I feel your pain on the running thing. I hate it. But I'm sure it's easier for me than for you, because I have fresh, healthy LUNGS!!!!!!! KATE!!!!!
(I also lifted free weights.. just a few reps.)
Foods:
Breakfast:
- Banana
- Peanut butter toast (1 slice)
Snack:
- Handful of goldfish
- Apple
Lunch
- Lean pocket
- Pickle
Pre-workout snack:
- Banana
- One wasa cracker with pbutter
Dinner:
- Grilled Chicken salad with boiled egg whites, tomatoes, feta cheese, and 1 1/2 tbls. of light ceasar dressing. (sooo good! who said salads have to suck??)
So I did awesome right??? Well, I lied a bit. The kids I babysit for brought home valentine candy, and I ate a few bite size candies. I really need to learn how to kick my sugar addiction. I seriously fucking love candy. I love it.
And now, I'm having a silent argument with the cereal monster in my pantry. Fuck him.
Love,
Katie
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I just had a good ol' stomach hurting belly laugh after reading that last sentence. Does that count for a few crunches?
ReplyDeleteOkay I love that you're eating frequent snacks throughout the day. I feel like I'm eating a lot but I have to remind myself that that's BETTER because the food is GOOD for you and then I won't get so hungry I want to pass out that I just eat everything in my refrigerator and then debate whether or not to rummage through the garbage for chocolates. Wait what I've never done that either. We're doing good.
Oh... and thanks for making me feel guilty about smoking. Really I mean it.