Day Two
I made myself do a plank before bed last night. I picked the next longest song on my iPod, which was 3 minutes 7 seconds long, and I made it most of the way, but it has been so long since I did a plank that I did rest my knees, twice, briefly, before it was over. I'll do the same song again next time and work up from there. Before I started doing this planking thing before my sealing, I could barely do one minute, so I did improve.
I slept pretty well, I thought, except that I woke up with a tension headache in the night. I took ibuprofen, but still woke up with a bad tension headache when my husband got up for work. He sets his alarm early enough that he could give me a massage for a few minutes, which helped. It was after five when I finished making his eggs and pudding, and I should have gone to the gym then, but I felt really tired, and the loss of my headache was still new and flimsy, so I went back to bed.
Well, you guessed it. I didn't wake up again until ten to seven, the time I am supposed to leave the gym most days, and I couldn't go at all. Such a bummer. I did do most of the rest of my abs, which I also haven't done in a while, but nothing I could count as calories burned.
I ate two fried eggs, my cutie from yesterday, leftover whole wheat pasta with three meatballs, and some dried melon. I had to run an errand at lunch time to go to a store that would have a birthday card for a 100-year-old. I was tempted to get some kind of snack while I was there, even though I still had raspberries and a pear to eat at work. You know how it is when you have the munchies. I even thought about candy--you know, chocolate-covered almonds or a heath bar. I settled on some pistachios. I'm a good girl, I am.
I had sixteen of those on the way back to work, then another eight. I figured out this was only 96 calories, so I later had seven more. I had my 12 raspberries and my pear. And then I stopped eating until dinner. So I did pretty well.
Dinner was a shepherd's pie and baked squash. Altogether, I think I ate 1475 calories, which is too many, but better than yesterday. I just wish I could have gotten some exercise.
I couldn't because, well, first I ended up having to stay a half hour late at work to wrap up some things, then when I got home, I realized my youngest child was coming home alone in the dark from play practice and spent a fruitless part of an hour driving around looking for him, only to get a text--when I am at the door to his actual school--that he had somehow slipped past me and was home. Which was great, because my panic had risen with each block that I had not seen him in.
I hurried home to make supper while trying to make both of my young sons do their Eagle Scout paperwork. They have to finish it this month, and I won't have them with me this weekend, and then it's, you know, Christmas, so, actually, they needed to finish it tonight, as much as possible. There were some groans and some tears and the inevitable teenager plea that the TV or music would help them work faster. But they both got most of the way through it.
While I made dinner, I again wished that I could have some kind of little sweet snack. I was tempted to hunt for something, but I kept reminding myself that there would likely be a dessert at book club, and I should hold out for that.
The book club treat ended up being various little appetizers--non-sweet and mostly non-caloric. I bet my little plate didn't exceed 100 calories.
I will get a good workout in the morning. I have the day off.
I slept pretty well, I thought, except that I woke up with a tension headache in the night. I took ibuprofen, but still woke up with a bad tension headache when my husband got up for work. He sets his alarm early enough that he could give me a massage for a few minutes, which helped. It was after five when I finished making his eggs and pudding, and I should have gone to the gym then, but I felt really tired, and the loss of my headache was still new and flimsy, so I went back to bed.
Well, you guessed it. I didn't wake up again until ten to seven, the time I am supposed to leave the gym most days, and I couldn't go at all. Such a bummer. I did do most of the rest of my abs, which I also haven't done in a while, but nothing I could count as calories burned.
I ate two fried eggs, my cutie from yesterday, leftover whole wheat pasta with three meatballs, and some dried melon. I had to run an errand at lunch time to go to a store that would have a birthday card for a 100-year-old. I was tempted to get some kind of snack while I was there, even though I still had raspberries and a pear to eat at work. You know how it is when you have the munchies. I even thought about candy--you know, chocolate-covered almonds or a heath bar. I settled on some pistachios. I'm a good girl, I am.
I had sixteen of those on the way back to work, then another eight. I figured out this was only 96 calories, so I later had seven more. I had my 12 raspberries and my pear. And then I stopped eating until dinner. So I did pretty well.
Dinner was a shepherd's pie and baked squash. Altogether, I think I ate 1475 calories, which is too many, but better than yesterday. I just wish I could have gotten some exercise.
I couldn't because, well, first I ended up having to stay a half hour late at work to wrap up some things, then when I got home, I realized my youngest child was coming home alone in the dark from play practice and spent a fruitless part of an hour driving around looking for him, only to get a text--when I am at the door to his actual school--that he had somehow slipped past me and was home. Which was great, because my panic had risen with each block that I had not seen him in.
I hurried home to make supper while trying to make both of my young sons do their Eagle Scout paperwork. They have to finish it this month, and I won't have them with me this weekend, and then it's, you know, Christmas, so, actually, they needed to finish it tonight, as much as possible. There were some groans and some tears and the inevitable teenager plea that the TV or music would help them work faster. But they both got most of the way through it.
While I made dinner, I again wished that I could have some kind of little sweet snack. I was tempted to hunt for something, but I kept reminding myself that there would likely be a dessert at book club, and I should hold out for that.
The book club treat ended up being various little appetizers--non-sweet and mostly non-caloric. I bet my little plate didn't exceed 100 calories.
I will get a good workout in the morning. I have the day off.
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