So this weekend was much better. I’ve actually started using My Fitness Pal and WHOA. Slap in the face. That is a hard reality seeing just how much every bite makes a difference! I’ve been working hard on not eating to eat. I realized my witching hour is the evening when my kids go to bed.
Even just after a couple days I’m feeling less piggy with my binging. As for the energy, not feeling it yet. Eventually I’d like to cut back on the carbs (my happy place) because maybe it’ll help. I read so much about sugar and gluten that I wonder if that really matters.
Already I’m feeling the healthier choices and picked up some more goodies at the grocery store. Strawberries, cucumbers and this:
I have no clue what it tastes like, but I figure my Heather wouldn’t steer me wrong. With dill and cucumber, I’m assuming it tastes like a pickle. Or chicken salad.
I went running. Twice this weekend. It sucked. For someone who ran a marathon in January, it’s pretty sobering when finishing 2.5 miles takes effort.
I’m thankful for my friends on Twitter who encouraged me to go.
Running any miles is better than no miles, right? That was my mantra as I ran this morning.
At least I was pushing a kid. Run Keeper needs a setting to add kids and strollers so you can get credit for pushing them so you can get that extra calorie credit. Keeping it real. Only minor filtering.
So yeah. There’s my update and I’m pretty proud of it. Baby steps.
Random tidbit for the day: when you take you’re 8 1/2 year old to a birthday party at a skating rink, the place you spent half your senior year, you feel old. Real old.
No, I didn’t drop her off because that’s how we roll at places like this.
No, I didn’t even want cookie cake (my kryptonite). No, I didn’t skate; yes I’m writing this in a corner on my iPad. Thank goodness for technology. That’s what happens when your kid kicks you off the skating rink. You sit in a corner and wonder how she got so big.