I can’t believe it’s Friday already. Where on earth has this week gone?
For that matter, where have all the rest of the weeks of 2013 gone? This year is flying by!
Geesh. I sound like a broken record. I feel like I lament the speed of time’s passing at least twice a week.
So … when I woke up Thursday morning, my first order of business was completing my official DietBet weigh-in. I’ve been avoiding the dreaded scale for the past few weeks (two, to be exact. I’ve skipped my last two Monday WIs.), and the mean metal monster provided my comeuppance.
See that? I’m back up to 217.8. Not exactly how I wanted to start my latest DietBet. Yo, meet yo.
It is what it is, though. I’m sure I deserve the gain. Two weekends of eating with complete abandon can’t go unremarked by the evil metal box.
Note the Blend Retreat swag tank top. Hopefully by the end of the game, it won’t be quite so tight. I’d like to be able to wear it out in public.
To win my share of the $3,000+ pot, I have to lose 8.7 pounds in 28 days. Totally do-able, right? Right!
I should also note that although I definitely want and even need to lose weight, I don’t totally hate the image I see in that photo. I’ve looked worse. Maybe 200 is a more realistic weight goal than 170.
Then again, maybe not.
After weighing in, I started my day with a walk … indoors.
I was going to walk outside. Really I was. But I took one step out the door and knew it was way too hot out there — even at 10 a.m.
Flagstaff is in the grip of near-record highs, in the 90s. (We normally don’t see temps higher than the high 80s — and have never been hotter than 97.) And since the monsoon hasn’t started yet, it’s more humid than usual.
Yes, I realize I’m now spoiled. Back in the day, I survived 90+-degree days with 90+ % humidity. (Gotta love Indiana summers!) But now, even 30% humidity feels too humid.
Spoiled or not, I did NOT want to walk outside in that. So I herded the dogs back into the house and hit the treadmill instead. Twenty-five minutes later, I was hot and sweaty and had covered 1.41 miles — most of it uphill. The incline ranged from 0 to 4.5 percent.
Probably just as strenuous a workout as I’d have gotten outside — and much cooler. I turned on the TV and watched part of “The Truman Show” while I walked. I hadn’t seen that movie in years … probably since it hit theaters in 1998. It has an interesting context now, given the ever-growing popularity of reality TV.
I kind of figured reality TV would have run its course by now.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m exceedingly glad it hasn’t, especially since reality TV shows figure in two of my manuscripts.
My running joke has been that I need to get those suckers published before the reality TV craze dies. But the joke’s on me, since it’s still going strong more than a decade later. (Yes, I started writing Blind Date Bride in 2000 — it was the manuscript that got waylaid by the Sept. 11 attacks. Took me months to start writing again, as I didn’t feel much like writing romantic comedy when no one was laughing.)
I managed to get some writing time at Starbucks between working out and going to work. Sadly, I spent most of it catching up on emails. Not much actual writing got done.
On my way in to work, I stopped at Chick-fil-A for a Cobb salad with ranch dressing. I didn’t even think about the fact the chicken would come with breading — but it makes sense, considering the 24 grams of carbs the website said were in the salad.
Oh well. I’ll know better for next time.
Food wise, I ended my day 81 calories over the day’s allotment (courtesy of the chocolate chip cookie I decided I had to have from the break room). At least I said no to the leftover Mexican feast in the fridge. There were enchiladas, beans and chips/salsa for the taking. And I swapped out the yogurt I’d been planning to have after dinner for the cookie.
Willpower (kind of) for the win.
I consumed 124 grams fat (56 percent); 136 grams carbs (27 percent); and 83 g protein (17 percent). A little higher in carbs than I’d have liked. I stopped at the store after work and picked up some more lower-carb eats. I’m going to get my carb count below 100 grams today if it kills me.