I did my day 3 challenges (15 triceps dips, 25 sit ups, 10 crunches, 10 leg raises, and 15-second plank). I'm still sore from doing all those squats on the first day. And my abs are feeling all wibbly wobbly too. But at least I can actually do sit ups now (I mean, I still have to hold my feet down with the couch and I have to use a bit of momentum to get up). When I first tried to do a sit up about a year ago, my body could not physically do it. It just didn't respond when I tried to. I guess 3 c-sections can really do a number on your abdominal muscles. I know my stomach will never look the way it did before kids, but I hope that some day it can at least be sort of strong and toned. But I'll probably have to forever rely on Spanx to hide that cesarean pooch.
I had leftover rice from the dinner I made hubby last night (he just isn't a big enough fan of vegetables to eat that as his entire dinner), so I decided to have Filipino eggs and rice this morning. For lunch I had pan-roasted garbanzo beans, seasoned with garlic salt, ground red pepper, sea salt, fresh cracked pepper, and a bit of lemon juice. I hit that mid-day slump where the kids are driving me crazy, and I had a headache too, so I reached for a granola bar. I love them. I eat them like candy. And they're probably just as bad for you as candy. Anyway, baby girl wanted some, so I gave her half. Good thing too, because I would have eaten the whole thing. And you know what? It didn't even taste that good. It's so weird to experience my body changing, and not just what it physically looks like. I actually crave healthier foods and am not as satisfied by junk. That being said, I definitely still have a sweet tooth. I just think it means I'll be more selective when it comes to treating myself. Like a square of rich, dark chocolate instead of a granola bar.
Speaking of selectiveness, I forgot to brag about how awesome I was on Tuesday. I had to go to a meeting and there were muffins at the end, and I wanted one (mostly out of habit, because I know I have always liked sweets). But I just took it home and gave it to hubby instead. Side note: it has been my goal since meeting him to weigh less than him. He was skinny when we met. We've both put on weight in the five years we've been married, and he picked up cycling last year, a little before I started running. Still, he doesn't eat the healthiest food, and one day I'll work on that with him, but for now I don't want him to lose weight faster than I do because I'm still about 10 pounds heavier than him.
Anyway, I was going somewhere when I was talking about how my body is changing. It's just weird to realize that I often do things out of habit, like eating junk food when I'm stressed out. Like today, I just reached for a granola bar, and it didn't even make me feel better. I didn't even enjoy eating it. All I could think was "For as many calories, I could have X, Y, or Z, and it wouldn't even be as bad for me as this." I've just been doing things for so long, that I assume that's what I still want to do. But my body is changing, and I have to get acquainted with it all over again. It's weird, but it's good. I mean, it's good to know that I'm getting healthy and my body really is changing.
Anyway, after my half of a granola bar, I decided that I really need to find a new emotional vent to replace eating. So I pulled out my flute (which hardly gets played these days) and just made myself play until I was feeling calm again. Maybe this is going to work out!
Well, I had a bag of popcorn and half a popsicle as a snack. Then hubby told me he didn't need to stay late (he has been working until 11 every day for the past week and a half) so we decided to finally go out to Red Robin and celebrate his birthday. He ordered a Bleu Ribbon burger, I got the Oktoberfest burger, and we cut them in half and traded so we could each try both. Well, I ate half of each half, by which point he had already finished all of his burger and was lamenting the fact that they were gone. So I gave him the rest of mine because I always try to stop at 1/2 of my entree at a restaurant, and I knew if it was in front of me I would be tempted to eat it. He was more than willing to take them off my hands, which was good for me! I did have fries too, which in retrospect I probably should have had fewer of, but at least I only drank water and managed to stay under 2,000 calories for the day!
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