tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055347386372335152024-02-19T10:26:25.039-08:00The Peak Condition Project - HeatherLinHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-72412650773448314212010-11-10T11:39:00.000-08:002010-11-10T11:47:41.363-08:00Day 3 - PCP reduxWell, folks -<br /><br />After a great PCP, I've slipped off the wagon. I was hamstrung twice - once with my father dying three weeks after PCP ended, and twice with the development of Achilles tendinitis almost immediately after I started getting back on track (which, truthfully, I could have worked around. Equally truthfully, I didn't. Instead I sulked and overindulged)<br /><br />While my Dad's death was not entirely unexpected, it also wasn't something I was (or even could have been) <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> prepared for, and it threw me off in ways I hadn't anticipated and in ways I wasn't even immediately fully aware of. I kept waiting to be in a good place to get back on top of things.<br /><br />Eventually, it occurred to me that <span style="font-style: italic;">waiting</span> to just arrive in that good place was going to be more like waiting for Godot than anything else; if I wanted that good place, I'd better suit up and hunt it down. Now that I've knocked out a couple of big personal things that took alot of time, energy, and anxious fretting, it's time to go hunting.<br /><br />So I'm on day 3 of PCP redux - and feeling good about it, and better about life in general. <span style="font-style: italic;">Gotta love those endorphins!</span>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-54808146521668426342010-04-15T10:31:00.000-07:002010-04-15T03:32:45.050-07:00Day 90 - Reflections and Rules for the Road<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafxFR2ANN-zmGcDzaQ9B4gKAigukQylaEipwcz7Hd7BL4ABShSfOzWhLaQ4b0O0RsIVe5w47JZoZDlY77CuY0DW4qRZNCRwMNmYkIkV_yEPRlzvNM5hJbs87cnOOpL-RGkXYsbm4ixRZl/s1600/The+numbers.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;">WOOT! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Congratulations TEAM!!!!</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4BGK6hZaF4dEUkCUJdHpI3UNDx08EI3X98gQxp7uf3pb-27oPQTLYxmKv21pkW05R-mm3R4An5ZJuOCfXhICvNXuSHsjtX2mYyOd0hyBk4dMUOkWjcXLai-7nsORW9iZKC7x4JQC_8qJ/s320/progress+bar+done.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460152098458530674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></div><br /></div>Well, first off -<br /><br />WOW, am I glad I did PCP. Thank you Patrick and <span class="bold blue">Chen and my fellow PCPers for all your help and encouragement</span>! It has been a fantastic experience that I fully expect to stay with me in the weeks, months, and years to come.<br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCb47sW8d9e-wn-XmRPWd-tU6QtBY53U6zN4obgfn_LO0FUJI7Dil2LQsyZ8ioGr_eiMxTL_9ju9LwCXJsOOnhwVNHjJcHdDlnCnoLXiFKii9lFpo8J1LP6J__X8k1s_OrrQ_buPslias/s320/Day+90+pics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460152100891690082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px; " /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A little Backstory</span><br /><br />I stumbled across <a href="http://peakconditionproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/peak-condition-project-blog.html">The Peak Condition Project</a>, Patrick's blog about his path to achieve Peak Condition a while ago. I no longer remember exactly when or how, but it was either at the tail end of his own project, or sometime when the first group of PCPers were going through the project. Something about the whole idea I found interesting, but it didn't occur to me that it was something I could do, or was really interested in doing. This is primarily because:<br /><br />In 2007 I resolved to run a marathon. I did so to raise money for children orphaned by the AIDs epidemic in Africa, to (I hoped) lose some excess weight, and to finally do something I'd been meaning to do for years. I trained and ran that marathon. I raised a good amount of money, and finally did something I'd tried and failed to complete a few times before. I did not lose any weight - you can't run away from a bad diet, and (duh) running that many miles makes you more hungry so if you're diet is poor ... but while I'm proud of the fact that I trained and completed the marathon, it came with a price. <div><br /></div><div>The biggest negative was that I very likely over-trained and was not motivated to do <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> sort of training for about a year afterward. (For those who think that maybe someday they'd like to finish one - watch <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/63726/nova-marathon-challenge">this</a> and remember that the bulk of the training is for the <span style="font-style: italic;">mind</span>, not the body - and that's where I failed, pushing myself past what I was really willing to commit to).<div><br />So when I first stumbled on PCP, I was just beginning to come out of my burn-out. For some magic reason, every little while or so I would circle back and check out who was doing the project and see how they were doing. Kind of like a confused homing pigeon, I suppose. Last year I got back into running again, and ran a half-marathon and began to think that maybe, <span style="font-style: italic;">just maybe</span>, I'd like a positive marathon running experience under my belt.<br /><br />Late last year, I again revisited the PCPers - and this time the "Next PCP Begins in:" caught my attention and I began toying with the idea of actually<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>being<span style="font-style: italic;"> a part</span> of PCP. I thought, if I was serious about getting my health and fitness back on track, then I couldn't just rely on doing it myself. I had to be willing to ask for help. </div><div><br /></div><div>And this looked like the place for me to do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two days before Christmas, I typed a shy email and quickly hit "send" and ... it was one of the best decisions I've made.<br /><br /></div><div>Hurrah! And thanks again to Patrick and Chen and my fellow PCPers!</div><div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Expectations and Surprises</span><br /><br />I expected PCP would work. I expected that <i>if nothing else, </i>holding myself accountable to a team of other people would keep me in line and on a healthier path. <b>I did not expect it to work so well</b><i> </i>or to suit me so well. I expected to lose some weight. <b>I did not expect to lose more than 16 pounds and at least 2 pant sizes</b>. </div><div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKabJCBoxk1YWSXxDybfkpl5LrRxcc4_y6EGEOY1tMFW7XO_2NAoOpH8Ol5awWgVeCvcWts2R1BlNpb0Kd7zY2_FJH-_xkBLj5lTw5V9t6fCHGadpRRanHYSaps8GQf6l474CcrttiItN7/s320/Pants+too+big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460152107014272738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px; " /></span></b></span></div><br /></div></div><div>I expected the workouts to be hard. I can push myself to keep going, but I didn't think I could push myself past the hurt, or push myself to do all those icky strength-training exercises I didn't like. <b>I did not expect to so swiftly adjust to doing the hard, or to actually enjoy strength-training.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I expected the diet to be really hard. I expected to have to give up treats like cheese, fried food, etc. <b>I did not expect that I would so seldom be hungry. I did not expect that my more frequent complaint would be that there was TOO MUCH food.</b> I expected to eat the obvious good-for-you foods such as complex carbohydrates and vegetables. (I'll confes<i>s I didn't expect to have to give up salt</i>). <b>I did not expect how quickly my palate would adjust to less salt and sugar in my food.</b><i> </i>I thought that I'd be craving the foods I was giving up the whole time. <b>I did not expect to wander through a grocery store </b>(I <i>still</i> can't figure out how to buy enough egg whites)<b> the day before the end and TOTALLY NOT BE EXCITED. </b>Celebratory post-PCP food binge? Not so much. Not really interested. Kinda of want a new toy - oh, wait, I have one - THE NEW ME.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I thought that I had anticipated the hard parts - <b>But I did not anticipate the time commitment that was needed</b>. Underestimate the exercise time a little, grossly underestimate the food prep time (and all the grocery shopping 'cause I still can't get it right), underestimate the blogging time. It was all time well spent - especially once I began to get the hang of preparing the bulk of my food on the weekends - but still unexpected.<br /><br />I expected to slowly adapt to my adapting body - <span style="font-weight: bold;">I didn't expect that I'd begin to marvel each day at what I can now do, and how I (don't) fit into my clothes.</span> It's like I woke up and found myself in a brand new body and I'm delighted.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I did not expect the 90 days to go by so Gosh-Darned fast!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I thought I'd be excited for the end, instead of a little lost and wistful.</span></b></div><div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gwtlpm6X2dimbyE4Xglnla5LQLhupjkKqKJWqcOspc3lPeDsGgHrHehBfiTWCoFm3wN11jL-W4wCZCGXSPZnBhXjkvOWzl_KgFgnYCyoeSh2nINPq0mxDqII1Oornpap9NoU33CP459P/s320/before+and+after.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460152112010300994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " /></span></b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafxFR2ANN-zmGcDzaQ9B4gKAigukQylaEipwcz7Hd7BL4ABShSfOzWhLaQ4b0O0RsIVe5w47JZoZDlY77CuY0DW4qRZNCRwMNmYkIkV_yEPRlzvNM5hJbs87cnOOpL-RGkXYsbm4ixRZl/s320/The+numbers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460155358534212178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /></span></div><br /></div></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Road Ahead</span><br /><br />Unexpectedly enough, I'm going to miss PCP. Not so much the time commitment, but the camaraderie, the sure knowledge of what my workout and diet was going to be, the growing pleasure in the progress I've made. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to keep going with a little PCP on my own. For one thing, I'm a <i>little </i>shy of where I want to be. I'd really like to work on my pull-ups and dips so I can do them <i>without</i> a counter balance. That's just an itch I've got to scratch. And the whole bicycle thing ... I'd like to be able to do 6 reps of 60 seconds <i>without</i> having to stop midway through. And for another - it's finally sinking in that cross-training and strength-training will really help my running, so I want to continue to build on that.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'll (mainly) retire the jump rope and devote my time instead to running. Goodness, I miss the running.<br /><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rules for the Road</span><br /><br /></div><div>Since I finally dipped into the PCP world after reading other PCPer's blogs, I thought I'd drop a few things that I learned from the experience in the hopes of helping a future PCPer. Here they are:</div><div><br />- chewy food is more satiating. If it's a choice of 100 grams of broccoli cooked al dente, or 100 grams of broccoli blended into a soup ... the first will sate you much more than the second. If it's a choice between 100 grams of soft white bread and 100 grams of chapati - the chapati will see you a whole lot further.<br /><br />- using markers to count jump roping helps alot (sidewalk squares, for example). Counting jump roping <b>bored me out of my gourd</b>. Too bad it took me <i>weeks</i> to figure out that I could just count to 100 and the jump to the next sidewalk square so I wouldn't have mental thoughts like this: " 725, 726, oh ... wait.. was that really 725. Damn it. Need to be sure I'm not cheating. 625, 626 ...."<br /><br />- That first photo might make you cringe, might later still make you cringe, but even though you didn't believe him when he told you you'd be glad you posted it, Patrick is right: it's lovely to be able to see your progress.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Also in the theme of "Patrick was right and you were a doofus for doubting him" - a plastic jumprope is a million times easer to manage than a nylon woven one. A million.<br /><br />- What you think is going to be hard may not be. For me, the diet wasn't hard (it helps that I love to cook and love vegetables). The exercises were (mostly) not that hard. Consistently putting aside the time to weigh and prepare the food and do the workout and blog ... that was hard. But committing to it gave me the results I wanted.<br /><br />- It make life alot simpler to weigh out and package a weeks worth of meals over the weekend. It may not make for an adventurous week of meals - but food really shouldn't be an adventure at every meal. And have the time for other things is really nice.<br /><br />- You might think you've prepared to commit. You are prepared to work out hard. You are prepared to let go of bad-for-you-foods... but have you considered if you are committed to the TIME it will take to do the workouts, stick to the diet, participate in the group, and figuring out how to fit PCP into your regular life? Just make sure.<br /><br />- when you need new clothes - buy new clothes. You don't want your pants falling down at the wrong moment. Really, this is lesson you don't want to learn the hard way.</div></div></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-48316661094546328832010-04-14T02:43:00.000-07:002010-04-14T02:48:44.278-07:00Day 90 - The WorkoutSo Patrick unveiled our workout for our last (sniff) PCP day...<div><br /></div><div>What a great idea - to go back to an early workout and repeat it. What a fantastic way to show us how far we've come.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to day 1. HA! I could have done that workout in a ball gown - I didn't break a sweat, and finished it in just about 10 minutes! The jump rope sets? Did them all at once, not tripping once. The pushups? I remember how hard I had to struggle to not do them on my knees ... this time I didn't even get my heart rate up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow! That does hammer the point home :)</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-13627213038802415162010-04-13T03:43:00.000-07:002010-04-13T16:02:01.023-07:00Day 89 - 1 more day.Ok. Patrick told us to not psyche ourselves out, thinking about the workout.<div><br /></div><div>But, for me, that's like waving a red flag and telling me not to look at it or telling an acrophobe not to look down. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I freaked out a little. Which was probably a good thing, as I got up half an hour earlier to knock the workout out of the way. It was probably a mistake to do the back&chest exercises immediately before the abs - because those ab exercises were <i>killer</i> this morning. Then again, we've been doing them pretty consistently for a week, so maybe I've just been wearing my poor abs down.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a good thing I can't freak out about tomorrow's workout, which is still a mystery.<br /><br />So I'll freak out about what I'll do the day AFTER tomorrow, when this little bird is pushed out of the nest and finds out if she can fly :)</div><div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">GO TEAM GO!!!</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and milk</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, egg white, broccoli, chapati<br />milky coffee<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt - late, not hungry<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>half a chapati<br /></div><div>arugula salad with 1/3 my chicken and red bell pepper<br /><br />not hungry to eat more. I may try to eat more later if my system decides more food is necessary.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and mushrooms.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>strawberry milkshake</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-86006266424497794222010-04-12T03:57:00.000-07:002010-04-12T16:23:04.199-07:00Day 88 - 2 more days. Yikes!Watching the end of PCP coming up so fast - it's exciting and scary! Obviously I'll be excited to cross the finish line, but I'm pretty sure that I'm going to miss the whole PCP thing and feel that I have another few weeks in me yet...<br /><br />Doing planks and V-sits until failure is the fastest way I've found of feeling like a weakling. Oh boy. And it was harder today than it was two days ago, go figure. Doing the pull-ups and dips together makes sense, and I've done them together before when I knew there'd be issues getting to the gym (although then it was full reps of one and then full reps of the other) and it's fun to do something different.<br /><br />Even if, all the time, a small part of my brain is worrying about the plank/v-sit torture still to come ...<br /><br />I've definitely got to get to bed early tonight to prepare for tomorrow's workout. I felt fine this morning, but it tapped me out and now I'm fading and this morning's workout seems like a far, far distant memory.<br /><div><br />It also looks like I'll be taping up my little toe for a month or so. Sigh. Poor baby toe. So badly abused. I can walk on it all right, but need to be wary of twisting motions, but I can't clench it without pain and it's slowly turning a deeper shade of purple ...<br /><br />Not to gross anyone out - but do you know what lands today?<br />The KFC double-down "sandwich":<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nerdcityonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/kfc-double-down-sandwich.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://nerdcityonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/kfc-double-down-sandwich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I feel a little ill now ....<br /><br />(Full disclosure - I've never cared for fast food and the last time I ate KFC was in spring 1994 so I'm naturally biased against it...)<br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and milk</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and egg white with broccoli rabe<br />chapati<br />milk<br />saffron muffin<br /><br />I am soooooooo full.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt. not really hungry<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>chicken and arugula salad</div><div>saffron muffins</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites with mushroom and avocado</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div>milk. egg white.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-82147658020885992732010-04-11T05:16:00.000-07:002010-04-11T15:41:36.242-07:00Day 87 - 3 more days!<div style="text-align: left;">I woke this morning ahead of my alarm, my eyes swollen and sealed shut and my head congested.</div><div><br /></div><div>Grrr. Arrrrrrgh. </div><div><br /></div><div>A part of me hopes that since my allergies are hitting me a full month early this year, they will also be over a month early.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm terrified that it will actually mean that my allergies will be a month <i>longer</i> this year. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'd better prepare myself for being slightly under-rested and thick-headed for the next few months.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whimper. On another whiny note - I stubbed my toe yesterday. My little one. The one (I think) I broke a couple of times back when I did Tang Soo Do. Hurts like hell everytime I stub it now. It felt ok when I got up this morning, but after the jump roping, floor jumps, and creep ... it was tender. I hope I haven't broken it again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made muffins this morning - the recipe seemed reasonably PCP - whole wheat and all-purpose flour, almonds, not too much sugar or fat: <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/lucia-muffins-recipe.html">Lucia muffins</a> from 101cookbooks.com </div><div><br /></div><div>Yum!</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll note that it calls for saffron. I'm not sure how critical this is. My Dad gave me some saffron that he'd bought in Jordan in 1998 (yeah, way back when... I'm not sure why he never used it. It's expensive, sure, but even more so if you don't use it while it's still useable..) that remarkably enough was still fragrant.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsf0EmVTwaYjYkJlsYdkYEge1urqchnOh1dWQUbMsbHV_GWJqAALJQFMXNG7sa6e3E302-eDZeBmW5vRWLlLb_N32levjEuBkJYSoHxrggprUj3BLnE_muJ37_L-26wWx3EZa3dOq-x2by/s320/saffron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459010427569707906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px; " /></span></div><div>The muffins were divine, though. Barely sweet, nutty, and chewy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcc2JkNRo3pNtFN4FdMJkUbH5KZFFs_pfFCpMqv3HF-jULJnGt_PfBz0qUyB-DYD7prINN3J_Mexa1FKsFxWlDiMxq2DvlwBmrA4fhgoTm-PHcry9MFm-NVuT5lZx5OyTG39TK6uE4hIY/s320/Lucia+muffins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459010430583830018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg and chapati</div><div>broccoli</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOThqqdXPWVdF-NUBHLYitq3rkDpR3RMyVP0naR2kCnPoYY28edynMHiyRRwtg9LM8Poz6BwDYYX7GtSYdaYX4YJkHfJzz_fYZ4mraP7kzG3DaBPoQe6E6Vh6xy3faupWSPdqUf-OCd7F/s320/breakfast+day+87.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459010438898159794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>saffron muffin</div><div>chapati</div><div>arugula</div><div>chicken</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcerBnZpqhuDwNgybkdiZahDgX5ORt7-mlqRo4iv3EcfWalMZaXtO68Fv8si8WKPdffgTQ5Dvl61SkDquhJ_-fJS0N9eeEfUelfOtcNoEWU4qkjq7GTDEBt5Sje5-0X_w81GhI2UTNztuC/s320/lunch+day+87.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459010446052161586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /></span></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>milk - not hungry. couldn't face yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites. No veggies. Not hungry</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>none. Not hungry. Sleepy and going to bed</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-91313715374752597952010-04-10T08:14:00.000-07:002010-04-10T17:20:55.001-07:00Day 86 - Four more Days<div style="text-align: center;">Holy Crap Batman!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was a tough workout (TGI weekend!) and the plank-V-sit combo was killer! I'm pretty sure I had an out of body experience in the process ...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know when I've enjoyed it more</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and broccoli</div><div>wheat toast</div><div>avocado</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzbPOW_3HYrKtv67ptr6GXpR0nUY-6EGfLDztQWmQ91uRmOjfH-Ae9wtk344SPutzHh3gomYIlvdutIq95Mu1d95DUw7vkl9lc-1Akxd0EFeF6SNHekl0xlcZZTf2pIDZKbHmgo1K_rHB/s320/Day+86+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458630509359295698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>chicken on whole wheat toast with a little avocado</div><div><br /></div><div>The problem with this diet is that for lunch and later: AMAYW veggies usually means squat all. Too much protein and carbs ...</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and broccoli rabe</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Milk and strawberries. Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div>Strongly tempted to have a drink - but didn't.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-72390402547608514542010-04-09T08:18:00.000-07:002010-04-09T16:11:47.566-07:00Day 85 - and 5 more days to go<div style="text-align: left;">This morning was hard - mainly because I didn't get enough sleep last night - but I crawled out of bed anyway, got dressed, and stepped out into the rain to do my jump roping and floor hops (man the last two reps were killer) and began to wake up and feel better. I know that we've had a lot of rain this spring, but I am delighted that it came to wash the skies clean. No yellow film over my car this morning!</div><br />Doing the shoulder-fly exercises to failure was hard - because it took forever, and failure was not preceded by burning, but a funny ticklish feeling that was uncomfortably weird. The chicken wings were an easy burn, as were the V-sits.<br /><br />While I feel so much better after my workouts and I'm glad I've done them - this week it's been harder than usual to motivate myself to <span style="font-style: italic;">start</span> them. I tell myself it's because I've had such a crazy schedule and have not been getting enough sleep but still I'm worried about my post-PCP habits ... and I've looked at the workouts ahead and am (squeak) intimidated. I'm definitely going to need to be getting enough sleep and allowing a little extra time for my workouts next week!<br /><br />And we have a mini-gun update: <div><br /></div><div>Growing slowly ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvcc6i_aDfFetraORFcwkDqUeKYaTPiYaYbBucer4ya18DAMe_4vkN20wnLq0jOiET2j5yq7fl9bkPDmNiFC7uM-s-5ZFv8YNfNx_Ln0VpOnDpQ3S22g55BmdBLeOAh-fre0_glBMnxS4/s320/mini+gun+update.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458279166522801314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and couscous and asparagus<br /></div><div>milky coffee<br /><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div>chicken on whole wheat<br />red bell pepper<br /><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and broccoli rabe.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg white and strawberry milkshake</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-87519116493400886362010-04-08T02:38:00.000-07:002010-04-08T19:17:47.351-07:00Day 84 and 6 more days to go.This morning - the exercises nearly killed me. No, wait, that was the pollen. We've had unseasonably warm weather the past several days (well, the whole season has been weird) and yesterday it hit 91!!! This morning when I got up at 4:45 to jump rope, it was 71.<br /><br />It's been out of season warm and the plants are going nuts. There is a yellow film over the cars in the parking lot, which does not give me the warm and fuzzy.<div><br /></div><div>So I started jumping rope and by 5 minutes into it I was sneezing and crying up a storm. I didn't quite make the full 18 minutes, I was so miserable, and hurried inside to shower and clear my sinuses. Thank goodness for working in an air-filtered building! </div><div><br /></div><div>Last night I made banana bread - using up some well-past-done bananas and relieving some stress. My idea was to bake the bread, take it to work, and have a small slice as part of my breakfast. Pushing the boundaries of my last week of PCP, I suppose.<br /><br />So I ate my egg and broccoli and settled down with a slice of banana bread. I was done with it after 3 or 4 bites. It sat there on my desk for half an hour before I looked at it and thought - I don't want anymore. So I tossed it.<br /><br />I don't know that I would have <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> done that pre-PCP.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and broccoli. And banana bread.<br /></div><div>milky coffee<br /><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div>tuna and chicken on pumpernickel and rye<br />steamed broccoli<br /><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>asparagus. Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>pineapple. milk. egg white</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-88447066363042964442010-04-07T05:16:00.000-07:002010-04-07T16:17:36.828-07:00Day 83I stumble on <a href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2010-04/epr-eef040210.php">this article</a> while searching for ab exercises (note that it's on an egg PR site :)):<br /><br /><blockquote>Eating eggs for breakfast helps reduce calorie consumption throughout the day by 18 percent. A new study demonstrates that eating protein-rich eggs for breakfast reduces hunger and decreases calorie consumption at lunch and throughout the day. </blockquote>Ah, the lovely egg.<br /><br />I couldn't find the ab exercise that I used to do when on the spring-board diving team (a great sport for core exercises, btw), probably because the name we called them was straight on wrong. They require a partner but are pretty good exercises.<br /><br />The person doing the exercises lies on the floor, prepared to do leg lifts while their partner stands in their armpits, facing their feet. Grab your partners calves/ankles and start doing leg lifts. Your partners job is to throw your feet back towards the ground (reasonably gently) - your job is to make certain your feet don't touch the ground. For added difficulty, the partner can throw your feet off to the side.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and asparagus with toast<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div>pumpernickel, tuna, and arugula with red bell pepper salad<br /><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and asparagus</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>milk and pineapple and egg white</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-22276401653618276142010-04-06T04:06:00.000-07:002010-04-06T16:12:29.862-07:00Day 82 - Good lord how quickly time flies<div>One bad thing about going away for the weekend and having a social activity Monday evening: it sucks to feel sleep deprived early in the week.<br /><br />And despite getting to bed late, I woke about an hour before my alarm, so something within me was not interested in sleeping any longer. Grr. Arrrggh. Since I was up - I did my PCP workout, but now I'm lagging.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and couscous with toast and asparagus<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div>pumpernickel, tuna, and arugula. Well, and some carrots<br /><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and asparagus</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>milk and pineapple</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-62206019503690688052010-04-05T05:14:00.000-07:002010-04-05T18:06:25.235-07:00Day 81 - The GymPatrick asked us to go to a gym and look around.<br /><br />Well - this is easy. I belong to a gym, and I went there this morning.<br /><br />I joined the gym almost six years ago for one reason and one reason only: to use the treadmill in the winter when it may be too cold, too icy, and most certainly too dark for me to run safely outdoors. I chose this gym for three reasons: they had what I considered sufficient treadmills to ensure that I could use one when I wanted, the price, and proximity to my apartment. Everything else is just gravy.<br /><br />And this is not just a long preamble to explain why I belong to a hokey gym. I actually got very lucky and it's a very good gym. There are all sorts of free classes (I think I took one spinning class, but haven't taken any of the others), a lap pool, free weights, weight machines, and a variety of aerobic machines (stairs, treadmills, bikes, rowing, other ones whose names I don't know ...), a free monthly session with a trainer and nurse (if you choose).<br /><br />What I like about the gym, is that the people who go are, by and large, fairly serious and sensible about working out. We do have our share of mirror lovers (mostly men), people who drape themselves over the console to make their workouts easier (why not just choose a setting you can manage?), and men who are there more to look like they're working out when they are really after some quality male-bonding/gossip time (nothing really wrong with that, expect when someone is waiting to use the equipment, and they are usually pretty good about moving if you ask). There are a few who I think are looking just to bulk up and not so much about being functional, but in general, it's a pretty good gym membership.<br /><br />Then again, my selection might be a bit biased - those who go to they gym at 5 am instead of 5 pm might self-select differently.<br /><br />So many other people have had negative experiences with their indulgences, and I ... I'm still waiting. I ate more than I should have Saturday night, and consequently wasn't feeling all that comfortable - and I'm happily less comfortable feeling uncomfortable than I used to, if you follow - but still no negative side effects. Hmmm. I've always had a pretty good stomach, but still wondering ...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Exercise</span><br /><br />I will confess to not exactly following Patrick's instructions to the letter this morning regarding our workouts. After a good night's rest (with bizarrely peaceful dreams about hunting a serial killer), I went ahead a "made up" the parts of the workout I missed yesterday because the gym was closed. Mainly because pull ups are something I can see myself avoiding on purpose and am now over-compensating. Sometimes I think I'm so concerned with not cheating that I swing too far the other way.<br /><br />Sigh. Nothing like raising the bar too high to get over it. My superpower.<br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><br /><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and broccoli with couscous<u><br /><br />mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br />tuna, pumpernickel, arugula salad<br />spinach and salsa<br /></div><br /><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and carrots. (I know, boring. but it's what I have on hand. Weekends away make meals more boring)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br />milk, egg white, pineapple<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-78941187436996161932010-04-04T15:17:00.001-07:002010-04-04T15:19:13.906-07:00Day 80Short post - <div><br /></div><div>Got up early to do as much of my PCP workout I could, saving the pullups and jackie chan sit ups for after I drove back to New Jersey - needing the gym equipment and a mental restart after 6 hours in the car.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cranky and headachy, I unpacked and made myself go to the gym ... only to discover they are having holiday hours and were closed. So I'm going to bed.</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-37244744789347367352010-04-03T12:02:00.000-07:002010-04-03T16:25:09.787-07:00Day 79You know ... it didn't occur to me until about 9:30 this morning but ...<div><br /></div><div>Getting up at 3 in the morning to get most of my PCP workout in before driving up to Boston. I am NUTS. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, it was a nice morning for it. And the jogger that ran by as I was doing my jump roping - also NUTS.</div><div><br /></div><div>This trip I remembered my resistance bands. But forgot part of my PCP meals. Sigh. Arrrgh. Put one thing in memory and another thing falls out (and you know it's never one of the useless marbles at the bottom, like what the 20th digit to pi is ...4 but a useful number like bringing your coupons to the store)</div><div><br /></div><div>Two semi-funny things today (as in, more funny if you are not me):</div><div><br /></div><div>1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>While struggling to carry all my groceries to the car, my pants nearly fell down. Mental note - possibly not a good strategy to postpone the dreaded clothes shopping until I've done changing shape.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>While doing the 90 second planks, desperate for something to distract me from the trembles, I looked down at my stomach: the remaining saggy fat just hanging there. A bit disturbing that I couldn't see it move... even if I clenched my stomach, even while breathing heavily. Ewwwww!</div><div><br /></div><div>Decision to not take my indulgence taken out of my hands: I left part of my PCP meals back in Jersey and Mom had bought the fixin's for Easter dinner for me to cook. </div><div><br /></div><div>My favorite. </div><div><br /></div><div>Roast Duck. </div><div><br /></div><div>That whoooshing sound? My decision to not indulge flying out the window.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing - too rushed to get going</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>hard boiled egg. Chapati. chocolate milk (whoops). carrots </div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>driving</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>chapati. tuna. spinach and arugula. red bell pepper</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>roast duck and steamed asparagus and half a glass of wine</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Are you kidding? didn't happen.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-33639351968635171832010-04-02T05:09:00.000-07:002010-04-02T14:56:41.216-07:00Day 78New Diets, new workouts.<br /><br />Also - really looking forward to going to bed early tonight.<br /><br />In principle (perhaps old habits speaking through?), I'm all in favor of more food. However, with last week's diet, I consistently felt like I was eating more than I really wanted. This is partly my fault: AMAYW should mean I should stop when I'm getting full. But I like veggies, and (although I don't) if I ate my carbs and protein first, I wouldn't want <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span>. Sigh. As it is, my AMAYW veggies for dinner more often than not ended up being a single mushroom and a slice of avocado.<br /><br />I know, whine, whine, whine.<br /><br />Patrick suggested that for my indulgence I need to use it or lose it. I'm leaning towards losing it - or, rather, counting last Sunday's brunch as my indulgence.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and spinach on chapati. (spinach leaked water and it was messy)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br />chicken and chapati<br />steamed sugar snap peas<br /></div><br /><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and carrots.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br />milk<br /><br /></div><div>I need to go to the grocery store ...</div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-66567942879336999402010-04-01T07:10:00.000-07:002010-04-01T18:35:35.510-07:00Day 77A couple of weekends ago. I broke some glass in my kitchen.<br /><br />Despite sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping twice, I apparently did not get it all. I have thick calluses on the bottoms of my feet and the splinter got in fairly deep before I even realized it was there. It is also very difficult to remove a transparent splinter – for all practical purposes it was invisible. I think I got it all removed, but decided to forgo bouncing up and down on my feet until I am sure. Good thing today was a rest day - easier to be easy on my feet, and I had the time this morning to fish the sucker out.<br /><br />I still haven't come up with an inviting indulgence - although I do really want to <span style="font-style: italic;">indulge</span>, there just doesn't seem to be something in particular calling my name, and it seems ... wasteful to not indulge in something that I really want.<br /><br />I suppose it also hasn't helped that with this week's diet, I'm sooooooo not hungry.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, couscous, and broccoli rabe.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br />chicken and chapati<br />steamed sugar snap peas<br /></div><br /><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and carrots.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br />milk<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-64190098041935050762010-03-31T14:54:00.001-07:002010-03-31T16:26:35.281-07:00Day 76Not much to report today - I had a poor night's sleep last night. Woke up, groggy, convinced that the night was nearly done and annoyed with myself for waking before the alarm. <div><br /></div><div>Then I checked the clock - just a little past 9pm. I don't think I'd been asleep for an hour. Then I woke again a little past midnight. Something in me just wasn't prepared to sleep last night. So I'm a little sleepy today.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, couscous, and broccoli rabe.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br />chicken and couscous and broth</div><div>chapati<br />steamed sugar snap peas</div><br /><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>avocado and Egg whites.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br />pineapple<br />milk<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-47799172924747431212010-03-30T03:44:00.001-07:002010-03-30T16:16:25.651-07:00Day 75Well, it was a struggle to get out of bed this morning. I'm not sure, but I think it had something to do with the soothing patter of lots of rain that roused my primal cave instinct. But I had work, and my PCP workout to do first so ...<br />I didn't think I'd manage it, but I did 2 full reps of 90 second planks before I had to collapse. Which was great, but I'm feeling it in my lower back so I wonder whether if I was doing it wrong ...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****************<br /></div>So Patrick has emailed us to tell us that we have another indulgence coming - which surprises the heck out of me. Firstly, because we're so near the 90 days (just over 2 weeks left - GASP! How will I cope?) that I just didn't expect <span style="font-style: italic;">another </span>indulgence. Secondly, because ... I'm oddly unexcited about the prospect. I sort of feel that I had my indulgence on Sunday when I went out to brunch with friends. Except I'm not sure that was 1000 calories ...<br /><br />We'll see. Maybe I'll get into the mood. Maybe I'll just share a normal Easter dinner with my family. Or ...<br /><br />and I know this will send Patrick 'round the bend ... but ....<br /><br />I still find this appealing:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv7wk2FBMYyqppmhsHSH2y-I2vrz58qkpEzfiPeyPgnzM7cZGgevM0fJ5sAtT5vbAq51W9KNjHLpj9ZZteS74otJvzgNqMdg9P49n7KJuAK0lEmwRTHLvoHu78AgR2NQnI6NGGYvMYoJm/s320/indulgence.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv7wk2FBMYyqppmhsHSH2y-I2vrz58qkpEzfiPeyPgnzM7cZGgevM0fJ5sAtT5vbAq51W9KNjHLpj9ZZteS74otJvzgNqMdg9P49n7KJuAK0lEmwRTHLvoHu78AgR2NQnI6NGGYvMYoJm/s320/indulgence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, couscous, and broccoli rabe. Yum.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br />chicken on pumpernickel<br />steamed sugar snap peas</div><br /><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>red bell pepper, mushrooms, avocado and Egg whites.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br />pineapple<br />milk<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-17570901372426387062010-03-29T03:13:00.000-07:002010-03-29T16:18:18.308-07:00Day 74And my ankles are still sore. But I still can't bring myself to regret my run...<br /><br />Wait a minute. It occurs to me very belatedly that throwing some one-footed jump roping in the same weekend I start throwing in a long run might not have been the best idea ever. Doh!<br /><br />There was something I was supposed to do this weekend, but I find it kind of stressful and kept putting it off and putting it off and ... didn't do it. So I didn't sleep well last night, stressed about it, and spent some of my valuable PCP time this morning actually doing it. And, having done it, I felt alot better. Except. I’m paying for it all day today. Not enough sleep – low focus. Not done with PCP – a distraction until this evening. Not enough sleep – too much caffeine during the day. Not enough sleep - low mood.<br /><br />Maybe one of these days, before I'm eighty, I'll learn that a job doesn't get <span style="font-style: italic;">easier</span> by putting it off. In fact, it often gets <span style="font-style: italic;">harder</span>. It's certainly alot more stressful. One of the reasons I like to do my PCP workouts first thing in the morning - then I don't need to worry about finding the time and energy to do it later - my slate is clear. My legs might be giving me lip, but it's done...<br /><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><u>Breakfast</u><div><br /></div><div>chapati, egg, broccoli rabe with sesame oil<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>couscous with chicken (and broth) and braised cabbage<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt<br /><br /></div><div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites and a little red bell pepper and avocado</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Pineapple and milk. No - not together.. Ewwwww!</div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-74682634150867123852010-03-28T06:10:00.000-07:002010-03-28T16:22:57.782-07:00Day 73No run today - though I was tempted. But my left calf is tight, so I thought I'd take it easy today. (I also felt pretty wiped by the end of yesterday).<div><br /></div><div>Later: glad I didn't. muscles in ankles and calves sore. </div><div><br /></div><div>As are my arms. Oh la la</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Went out to brunch with friends at a not so PCP friendly place. Breakfast quesedilla</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>still out and about - and not hungry</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and veg chapati - but didn't finish, still not hungry</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites no veg. not hungry</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>milk no fruit - still not hungry.</div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-6760974133621608772010-03-27T16:02:00.000-07:002010-03-27T16:48:22.948-07:00Day 72<div style="text-align: left;">This morning, for a treat, I went for a 5 mile run instead of jump roping. It looked beautiful out - but on stepping outside I realized it was a <i>bit</i> more chilly out than I realized so stepped back in for a fleece and some gloves. But it was beautiful. And I saw masses of robins. 23 on one lawn, 31 on another. It's been raining, so I wonder if there was an earthworm buffet for them?</div><div><br /></div><div>The rest of the PCP workout was killer, and I had a real hard time with the planks for some reason today. Oh well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I made chapati for breakfast:</div><div><br /></div><div>250 g whole wheat flour:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WGT1Hj7fIw8_QS2t7-lAHr7voD0IhPZsMXuK5JTVLoaE9KVExHFqqh39wcGC6whTbailkJ9XdV4IYEG_BDbQSz5KkM3ThGisLn-28j9jA4IlXDshJle2zpfbR3cCqH9mSYpbFWa5A0nI/s320/flour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453454582168413906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>Mix with 175 ml water and let rest for about half an hour:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_j7I5xp6os-KwF3sIfvg3CGvtLVsvpsdOY37NrsB-OORfJ3EdNYAal8MMAOrE5Pum39-kXnb5mUFUk2Ky-zo069VlsN0habz28auJdVbG4gngsfbDCN1xjFWnK15RQjf2v8NkzvPvXYIG/s320/flour+and+water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453456602195451666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px; " /></span></div><div>then roll out a chapati:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkkTiN3T3XEWHKW18MWpe1ATihb_2BW0STE70rdMeVoZBWjWMUWSnz7Xyws20L0ZPXpfh64AjTZ3utlkvtbmbelO4VD9p5bhfqDfGLXp6CH5zEk3qeuDt29iPpMORxU0pUNM47XJmWdfK/s320/roll+out+chapati.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453457379641092642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px; " /></span></div><div>Sear for one minute on a cast iron skillet, and 30 seconds on the other side:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6GAuTfMIRTThyphenhyphenZmzcJBPcMZxTuWQK2zBhdKvOzGta1O5eFWewPmMcyVMPl4yIVyKnP3hOy3UL6tS3NS6_prHsv808m0fBu46FuO8BgVJnRRAknuD0ilCkcEjUDja1oeNv9gg9Dzl6LY/s320/searing+chapati.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453458327279653474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px; " /></span></div><div>Put directly over the flame until it puffs up:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-n-6hyv6XaGDF5Dc3Qvcrxd1s5hOsiC-yDJLV6dx4Aec6giabvRbACX-NCSUuVoeqWabLIKN-mOJIPUXOs9ltNkl7C98eSf_UqFp3ni-UuLItU9L4eb3XOpd4O6AHpyrnk8aNAmv_5kN/s320/puffing+chapati.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453458334298012530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /></span></div><div>And there you have it!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg with broccoli rabe</div><div>mushrooms</div><div>red bell pepper</div><div>chapati</div><div>avocado</div><div>(I forgot my milk again. sigh)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP93eCu-sdNaaFz1YQPTHjMqy3NF5YoOgi9Np9btqP0rFoNPnxxJYYnRFgsVPZzLIStbD9fV1wii_ybji-v3azXCmqfdNOtTVAb8KB25-qkxdkfnKFCDOaf2MmWcRD-03vm66Xf6eWfmD/s1600/breakfast+day+72.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP93eCu-sdNaaFz1YQPTHjMqy3NF5YoOgi9Np9btqP0rFoNPnxxJYYnRFgsVPZzLIStbD9fV1wii_ybji-v3azXCmqfdNOtTVAb8KB25-qkxdkfnKFCDOaf2MmWcRD-03vm66Xf6eWfmD/s320/breakfast+day+72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453458339020310690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>couscous, chicken, cabbage</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEMNpoMSvsN5lyATvoWMyzg6jmbGIlBgMWKzx-wh0tczJZGVEWhBT9DgD_gCG2C41dZCUca1fNshYL1Qcc-_0GXiRVqbm-l7qmC3qc_YOfyXdC2Nhj12hGK_qP_mrz-H4PpAeXo5hF022/s320/lunch+day+72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453460258566381522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>2 Egg whites (late lunch - still not hungry).</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>banana milkshake (I think bananas aren't supposed to be "fruit" but it's the last one I have)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-74271979121859246452010-03-25T15:17:00.000-07:002010-03-26T16:10:53.842-07:00Day 71I have to say that I'm super excited with the change to my dinner plans! No more all-white meals! hurrah! Unfortunately with the new diet, there is also more food ... which means ...<br /><br />Dum Dum DUM...<br /><br />More exercises.<br /><br />I fully expect my arms to fall off tomorrow. Or perhaps later today. In which case, for my next set of arms, I want a stronger set.<br /><br /><div>I should also like to note that my jump rope has thinned considerably where it strikes the pavement, and I'm beginning to suspect that I'll be on jump rope number 3 by the end of PCP. I'm getting better at the cross-overs, but the doubles ... not so much. Shivani talked about what it feels like to be in the zone - while I can't speak to what it feels like to look forward to jump roping (except by analogy to what it's like to look forward to a run) but I am totally in-sync with her about the marvel of being in a new body. I know we've been at this for a little over two months, but while that's not no time at all, it still seems like nowhere near enough time for the changes I'm registering in myself. Especially as it seems as though most of the changes have occurred in the last few weeks. I'm shrinking faster than I ever imagined I would, and have been pulling out clothes from the back of my closet that fell into the "hope-I'll-wear-again-someday, but-feel-like-I'm-holding-onto-them-just-to-hold-onto-the-hope" category and finding them loose on me. Not losing <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">weight</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> so fast, though. Before I began the project, I had a hoped-for weight at the end. I've revised that - UP. With the added muscle mass, I no longer think my initial hopes are sensible.<br /><br />WHICH BLOWS MY MIND.<br /><br />Unfortunately, this means I'm very shortly going to need to go clothes shopping. Which I loathe (in this respect, I am <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">so</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> not a girl).</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Before I began this project, I would occasionally think of the vast array of health/exercise books in the bookstore and wonder about the authors and their wild enthusiasm for their topic. Now I understand a bit better. It feels amazing to be in a strong and healthy body, with a good diet and exercise routine in place, to be where I am now. No wonder they want to share.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span>Note: <i>After writing the above, I was struck by the forewarned temptation to let up because I feel I'm doing so well. Yay veggies for keeping me in check.</i><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, couscous, red bell pepper, corn<br /><br />I left the house in a rush and forgot to drink my milk. come to think of it - I ran out of milk making yogurt last night.<br /><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>chicken on rye with avocado as a spread (with an egg - I ran out of other protein)<br />red bell pepper (a little, not so hungry after the carbs and protein)<br /></div><u><br />mid-afternoon snack</u><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg whites, mushrooms, bell pepper and corn</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg white. Peach milkshake</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-30576894034334893372010-03-25T08:50:00.000-07:002010-03-25T15:15:04.975-07:00Day 70Whoopie! A day of rest!<br /><br />And to cap it off, I actually feel as though I got a good night's rest (although my face is a bit red from allergies). So I spiced up my jump roping with some cross-overs (I could do left over right ok, right over left was a disaster) and some doubles, which made the exercise more interesting.<br /><br />The only thing I don't like about the plastic jump rope, is that it stings like hell when I trip over it and it catches me behind the legs! Motivation to not trip, I suppose.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg, rice, broccoli rabe with soy<br /><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>chicken on rye with avocado as a spread<br />pickled beet slaw<br /></div><u><br />mid-afternoon snack</u><div><br /></div><div>egg white with cayenne</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>banana. Green Tea latte. Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-15021652051960299112010-03-24T03:27:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:24:40.061-07:00Day 69Spring has sprung. There is (for me) usually a day or two (last weekend) when I'm excited and overjoyed that spring is finally here. <div><br /></div><div>Then allergies kick in, and I remember why I don't like spring. I don't sleep as well (check), my eyes become swollen (check), my skin is itchy and rough (check), and I get congested (not yet).</div><div><br /></div><div>Grrrrr. Arrgh.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'll need to remember to stay away from the raw veggies for the next month or so. And maybe strategize my outdoor workouts.</div><div><br /></div><div>The workout? I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sooooooo</span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/lin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>excited that tomorrow is a rest day! Everything felt difficult this morning, even things I don't think should have. whew!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and rice<br />steamed sugar snap peas<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>rice & chicken<br />Steamed sugar snap peas<br /><br /></div><u><br />mid-afternoon snack</u><div><br /></div><div>egg white with cayenne</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>banana. Milk. Egg white with lavender pepper (couldn't taste the lavender).</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205534738637233515.post-9217367792598596242010-03-23T03:42:00.000-07:002010-03-23T15:52:50.839-07:00Day 68Has kicked my butt-<div><br /></div><div>I could <i>barely</i> finish 1 plank without collapsing. Those elevated push-ups? If you squinted you could see my dipping - which was all I could manage.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oi!</div><div><br /></div><div>I think that I'm looking forward to our rest day.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Food</span></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Post PCP snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white and yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Breakfast</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg and rice and broccoli rabe with a splash of soy sauce<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-morning snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>yogurt</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Lunch</u></div><div><br /></div><div>rice<br />arugula and avocado salad</div><div><br /></div><div><u>mid-afternoon snack</u></div><div><br /></div><div>egg white</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Dinner</u></div><div><br /></div><div>banana. Milk. Egg white.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Evening Snack</u></div><br />egg whiteHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17433769891248267230noreply@blogger.com2