Yesterday went pretty well. I had a great workout with some friends doing our usual Friday Zumba class. It felt great to be plenty hydrated for once, and have that extra kick of energy from the gym. Went to the Commissary afterwards, and picked up some AWESOME wholesome foods to keep me on track even more. I'm slowly weeding my kitchen of unhealthy choices. Not that it's that hard to ignore them. That part keeps getting easier and easier. I'm craving those healthier choices. I'm right where I need to be in that department.
When I got home, however, I crashed. I ate lunch, with no carbs to bring this on, but I just felt completely lethargic. Not having my morning coffee is still having it's effects on me. My coffee is quite stronger than Spark. DH and I like our coffee to stand up and smack us in the face when we drink it. True story.
I'm going to research today on whole foods that will help with fatigue. If you have any ideas, please, comment below. I did not like how the rest of my day turned out. I slept through my afternoon snack, and found myself once again having to cram calories down my throat before bed. This is a horrible habit of which I wish to break immediately.
Today is a somewhat busy day, I've a coffee date, of which I will not be able to consume coffee. Honestly, I don't feel deprived though. I feel good inside. I feel like I don't need the coffee, no matter how much I just want it. I know I will not be able to get my usual decadent treat from Starbucks, either. I'll be taking a snack. To celebrate my perseverance, I will definitely put myself to the test. I will go to Starbucks, and get a water. While I don't condone the use of plastic bottles (I am one of the few I know who actually recycle on a regular basis), I want to take this time to "flood" with the catalyst of my weakness. I want to face it head on, and get that feeling of success. Instant gratification that won't break my promise of no scale. Win Win.
I also will tackle the daunting task of laundry. Usually I have no problem actually doing the act of washing and drying. I abhor folding. My main reason for such strong feelings, is due to my OCD. I MUST fold each thing correctly, make sure all my shirts are hung the same way, etc. Which turns 5 min of folding into at least 15 min. I could be trolling on COD during that time! No way, Jose. I also need to tackle the front part of my bedroom, which Leo uses as his playpen. He eats everything. He's managed to eat one of his tennis balls, leaving the remnants on my floor. I don't need children. Miranda, my daughter (a cat I've had for 7 years that I've raised as a kitten of 2 weeks) and Leo fight like children, Leo eats everything, and paces. Oh good Lord, the pacing. Drives me insane. He gets upset when I won't let him on the couch, and Miranda is on there. Have you ever told a cat "no" and have them actually listen? If so, you are a cat whisperer. So he paces around the coffee table until I tell him to stop pacing, then he gets in his crate and pouts.
I think instead of posting my menu on here, you can check out my menu on myfitnesspal.com. My ID is nikidirocco81. Original, I know. I had a friend tell me my ID's were boring. To which I triumphantly replied, "Your face is boring." I win.
Time to start my day. I'm excited about doing better today. I feel great. Only 3 more days until I get to weigh. Anxiously I wait.
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