What really happened: I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed … and when I hit the snooze, the alarm on my iPhone never came back on — or if it did, I was too dead to the world to hear it.
By the time I woke up, it was 11:30, meaning a workout wasn’t in the cards.
What did I do instead? Spent the precious little time I had in the kitchen.
Tweaking the recipe in Robb Wolf’s “The Paleo Solution,” I whipped up a batch of Paleo Pumpkin Pancakes. When they were done, I cut up a ham steak and threw it on the griddle. I also fried up an egg so I could make a breakfast sandwich consisting of an egg and slice of ham sandwiched between two pancakes. Yummy and portable. What could be better?
After brunch — you can’t call it breakfast when you eat at noon — I tackled another Wolf recipe: the Pork Curry from his Week 2 cookbook. I used ground chicken instead of pork, because that’s what I had on hand. I paired it with his Chilled Cucumber Soup and packed them both for my dinner.
Because the curry smelled fantastic, I packed dinner with high hopes. And this time, I wasn’t disappointed. Dinner was delicious. I loved how the spiciness of the curry contrasted with the cool cucumber/onion/cilantro soup.
Despite my lack of exercise, some very good things happened today.
— Since Thursday has been my regularly scheduled WI day, I hopped on the dreaded scale. It gave me good news: I was down 6+ pounds from Tuesday morning. Proof, of course, that a good portion of that two-week, 15-pound gain was water weight. I’m still at 220, which isn’t as impressive as the 212 of a couple weeks ago, but at least the scale’s headed in the right direction.
— You’ll note the Starbucks cup in my food journal collage. I did treat myself to a non-paleo Pumpkin Spice Latte made with heavy cream (a holdover habit from my Atkins days. The “heavier” the dairy, the fewer carbs it has. I guess when they take out fat, they add carbs?).
But instead of using my indulgence as an excuse to run off the rails, I stuck to paleo eats for the rest of the day.
Even better? I did it in the face of some serious temptation at work. Thursday was our quarterly “State of the Enterprise” meeting, where the company bigwigs ply us with pizza and cookies as they tell us how much money we’re making/losing.
I managed to avoid Pizza-palooza, even though the smell in the conference room nearly did me in. Why does the stuff that’s so bad for you have to smell so darn good?
If you can answer that question, you’ll be my best friend!
I also stayed away from the cookies, too. Keeping in mind my weekend meltdown, as well as a recent post on Robb Wolf’s blog about pushing your buttons, I wasn’t tempted to take even a nibble.
“If you can’t turn it off, don’t turn it on.”
That line from Wolf’s blog just might be my new mantra.
Whatever works, right?