Personally, I don’t have a lot of faith in myself. I meant to do it this morning when I woke up, but decided a coffee and snuggle was more important. hehe
So, I did it tonight. After one bowl of soup, and before another. Actually, I made myself do it before I had a second bowl (which was even better than the first – true story!), and I still ate too much. Might have to go to the Japanese size bowls for a smaller portion size! Guess what I’m taking to work for lunch tomorrow? More soup! Breakfast tomorrow will be eggs- my fav little protein packs- and dinner will be STEAK with lots and lots of vegetables. Funny how meat and three veg used to be a staple when I was a kid: now it’s so damn dear it’s a treat. Shame really.
Oh, we’re going fishing on the weekend too, hopefully to catch something to supplement the diet. I do like fish, but fresh fish; I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with store brought fish (from a supermarket though, not a fish monger), so I tend to just miss out. The lush of my life said he’ll make me a salmon steak from the shop though, which will be interesting. I have only ever had preprepared salmon (either tinned or vacuum packed), never home cooked – hope I like it! I have a little smoker at home too, so if we do manage to catch a fish to keep, we may get to smoke some… haven’t had it in such a long time… mmmmm… Fish… mmmmmm
This morning my excercise consisted of running up and down a paddock carrying half a box, then crawling along the soaking wet ground.
Downside: I don’t like being wet.
Upside: They pay me for it.
Overall, it’s possibly the first PT session that I came away thinking ‘that was piss easy’ – which in itself was more than a little scary. There I was, soaked to the bone, filthy dirty and covered in bits of grass, sweating like a pig, and breathing in heaves, thinking ‘That was way too easy’.
So, who’s fault was it? The instructor for not pushing? Or mine for not pushing back?
Personally I’m still in shock from the relevation, so I’ll leave it on that note. Dinner was a pasta bol, cos we’re out of spaghetti. Apparently. Don’t you love it when things you *knew* were there, aren’t? And despite the fact that you’re the one that either does the shopping, or makes the shopping list – noone sees fit to tell you that we need to buy some? Meh, it was lovely anyway, with mince, tomatoe based pasta sauce, onion, capsicum and a little grated cheese over the top. Nom nom nom. Now the trick will be to have just the right amount, and not to go back and clean up the leftovers by eating them – there’s definately enough for lunch tomorrow!
Speaking of tomorrow, I’m going to do the sprints again. It’s that time of the week, and it’s my last opportunity. Despite all the good work I’ve put in this week physically, the running side has been let down a
bit lot, so I feel the need to absolve myself. Morning sounds good to me, so that’s what I’ll aim for. I’ve even turned off the alarm in the hope that I’ll sleep till it’s light, but I bet it won’t happen.
Oh, and the beer?
I drunk it.