I had a cupcake for breakfast today.
Last night I had my traditional Monday night get-together; there were cupcakes. I usually plan my week so that my “cheat” will be the dessert on Monday nights (unless it’s ice cream), so I wasn’t bothered. However, they packed one extra cupcake into a baggie (like an illicit drug. Cupcakes, pillls, grass all are passed from one to another in the innocent baggie.) and sent it home with me.
I could have split it in half and given it to the dogs but I didn’t
I ate it for breakfast.
That’s giving you some idea how tracking my food this week is going. Both Sunday and Monday while simply recording what I ate (not judging, just noting) I was really high in fat consumption, only hit about 1/2 my carbs and was low on protein too.
And I started today off with a cupcake.
I was within my calorie count for both days. (I first wrote The Good News Is: but since I’m trying not be judgemental about this, I can’t. If that’s good news, then the rest is bad news.)
Had a great workout yesterday. I did 35 minutes on the treadmill before my session with hot new trainer, Adam. Adam made me hit the gravaton for sets of both assisted chins and dips. The hardest part of the workout? The fat grips on the chin bar; I do not have the hand strength for lots of pulling up on those thicker bars.
A variety of shoulder/tricep/abs/legs moves using cable systems and free weights followed. My glutes are talking to me today, and I am SO HAPPY that it’s a full rest day. (although I’m taking one dog for a long walk this afternoon).
One remarkable thing happened while on the treadmill. For some reason I cannot explain at all I set the speed up to 5.6 MPH and ran for 5 minutes. Me, who swore I would never run. Five minutes was my time limit and I got there without my lungs swearing they were about to explode, without my heart pounding out of my chest, and without my bladder promising to quit at any second.
My stride wasn’t as long as I remembered it should be; it wasn’t that fluid beautiful stride I envy. But I kept the pace up and didn’t trip over my feet.
I am not promising that this event will ever be repeated.
So, how’s your week going so far?