Monday and today gave me occasion to observe that if I keep doing the same things, I will keep seeing the same results. If I don't make time to prepare a healthy breakfast, I'll end up buying a bagel with cream cheese. If I work late and get home with less than an hour before I want to be in bed, I won't exercise.
I tried to improve the dietary side of things at lunch, ordering a small pumpkin and corn bisque and a mesclun salad with cucumbers, mushrooms, an organic egg, avocado, and roasted grapes, but it back-fired. The sort of wobbly intestinal discomfort I felt in the afternoon turned into full GI pyrotechnics by the evening. Feeling queasy and yet empty, I was less than enthused about my "healthy eating choices."
Today was a disaster food wise, as I had a date in the evening (margaritas and chilaquiles at my favorite Mexican place), so I wasn't terribly disciplined the rest of the day. Bagel with cream cheese for breakfast, Chinese for lunch: egg drop soup, a vegetable spring roll, and steamed pork dumplings. I actually ordered vegetable dumplings, as if that makes such a big difference, but the restaurant only had pork.
I meant to leave time for a round on the elliptical machine, but my date went later than planned. I did manage the first day of the Hundred Push-Ups, and we walked a lot on the date. He won quite a lot of extra credit points when I told him about my fitness / weight loss plan. I said he'd understand it all when I'm able to pick him up and spin him around my head. He said he could probably do that with me now, and I joked that no, I'm much heavier than I look (or so I hope). "What could you possibly weigh?" he asked, "110, maybe 120?" Bless his heart, he's a keeper.
