Thanks for your encouragement on my last post. It was nice to read that I’m more entertaining and engaging than I sometimes feel.
Ahem. I’m not going to start feeling sorry for myself again. I plan for today’s post to feature a lot less whining. Like NONE.
My day started bright and early (for me) at just after 9 a.m. I know, I know — lots of people, including the Boyfriend, have been for hours by then. But I have to stay up late for work, so I get to sleep later, too. It’s only fair, right?
First thing on the morning’s agenda was a C25K run. That’s right: W3D3 is now in the books, and it was a good one in many ways.
- First off, my shoes didn’t rub, maybe because I wore two pairs of socks — a pair of moisture-wicking C9 socks from Target underneath a pair of Hanes ankle socks.
- Second, I bumped up the speed of my jog portions to 4.3 mph. That meant I hit Mile 1 at 14:23, more than a minute faster than my last run. Amazingly enough, I think it might actually be easier to jog at the higher speed.
- I also kept walking after the official workout was done, logging a total of 40 minutes on the treadmill. Most of it was at speeds of 3.8 and higher, too.
Here’s the treadmill readout:
I’m sure I’m still not as fast as I ought to be, but it’s still progress and I’ll take it.
After a quick shower and some internet time, it was time to eat. Lunch wasn’t the salmon burger and cauliflower potato salad I had noted in my week’s menu plan. (I’m beginning to wonder why I wasted time creating one, but that’s another story — and one that verges on whining again.)
Instead, I chopped veggies and eggs for the egg salad I had on the menu for dinner, dished out a serving of cauliflower potato salad and grabbed some leftover meatballs out of the freezer. They all went in my lunch bag, along with some spiced pumpkin seeds I found at Marshall’s over the weekend.
These “Super Seedz” are pretty good, with just 3 Net Carbs per serving … but they have a tiny truth in labeling problem.
Can you spot the problem? They call themselves “Somewhat Spicy” when they should be labeled “Flaming Hot.”
Or maybe that’s just my Midwestern taste buds rearing their bland-loving little heads. “Mild” used to be my preferred heat level for everything from jarred salsa to Taco Bell taco sauce. But since moving to Arizona in 1999, I’ve worked my way up to “medium” or, in the case of Taco Bell sauce packets, “hot.”
I no longer consider myself a weenie about spicy food. But if you ask me, these “Somewhat Spicy” pumpkin seeds ought to carry a warning label: You may start breathing fire.
With food packed to get me through the night at work, I whipped up a frozen blended coffee drink so I wouldn’t be tempted to buy one at Starbucks. Along with an Atkins Cinnamon Bun bar, it served as my lunch.
In the mix: 4 oz. each unsweetened almond and coconut milks, Starbucks VIA packet dissolved in 1/4 cup hot water and cooled with 4 ice cubes, 2 pumps sugar-free French vanilla syrup, 4 pumps sugar-free Almond Roca syrup, 2 T heavy cream and 1/4 tsp. almond extract
This is one of the best-tasting concoctions I’ve made myself lately, even though I didn’t add any sugar-free chocolate syrup this time. I might have to explore more chocolate-free mixtures.
I sucked down my homemade frappe on the way to Starbucks, then ordered iced tea to sip while I wrote. I shook it up a little today, though, ordering black tea with sugar-free vanilla syrup instead of my usual green tea sweetened with a packet of Splenda.
Sadly, I didn’t get a whole lot of writing done. Since I just finished up the project I’d been working on, I spent the time reading through the start of a story — about 20,000 words — that shows promise but has a lot of problems. I haven’t decided if that’ll be what I start reworking next.
At work, I snacked my way through the afternoon and evening. At several points, I couldn’t decide whether I was eating because I was genuinely hungry or because of boredom. (It was a slow night at the office.)
I know, I know: If I have to ask that question, I probably shouldn’t be stuffing anything in my face.
I had a finite number of snacks packed to eat, at least — and the vending machine was out of peanuts, so I couldn’t buy anything extra when I ran out. I did, however, polish off my last Molten Chocolate Cake when I got home.
Weigh-in this morning. I’m still not sure what to expect. There’s been a lot more eating at home and walking in my life for the last week, and I feel like I’m making progress. I guess the scale will tell.