Lots of good ideas here for good eating. I love this super-quick breakfast hack, and can't wait to try it!
"Make breakfast in 90 seconds. Breakfast doesn’t need to be a large production; keep it simple for mornings when you have to be out of the house fast. Homemade breakfast burritos are a fast, simple way to grab a meal in the morning using only a microwave. Place one 6-inch tortilla in a cereal bowl and crack an egg onto the tortilla. Add toppings like green chilies, a sprinkle of cheese, onions and leftover roasted veggies from the night before. Microwave for 90 seconds or until the egg is cooked. Top with salsa and voila: breakfast in 90 seconds."
This is why I have grown to love exercise as much as I do.
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OMG. One day, I'd like to do this. More incentive to build my fitness and work on my financials.
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Last week was really challenging mentally because of a six-pound gain that came out of what felt like nowhere and slapped me in the face. I did my best to get myself together and not let it get me down since, but I won't lie and say that it's been easy. It's easy to say the words, "Oh, it's not a big deal; it's just bloat, hormones, muscles building, etc." but not easy to swallow the reality of the number on the scale.
Of course, we all know that the scale is not always the best measure of progress.
What mostly saved me from myself was my regular schedule of exercise – mostly running and tennis. Experiencing super-tangible progress was so helpful. Maybe it took the form of running up too many hills successfully, or hitting more tennis balls in than out, or feeling less taxed when sprinting around, or running at a good pace, whatever. Those accomplishments feel really good and in many ways are so much better and more important than numbers on the scale, but still. Those numbers.
Maybe you'll remember that one of my goals for July was to lose 8-10 pounds, and wanting to at least get to the 5% lost point in this sessions (stupidly named) Ton of Fun program at Fleet Feet. I have another two weeks to get back down to 274, which gets me there. So right now, the numbers on the scale are kind of important – for that and just because psychologically, I really, really want to get to the 100 pound mark (272) and into the 260s once and for all.
I feel like I'm just all, "Look! I promise not to be scale obsessed anymore once I get there, really!" And I mostly mean that. But then 250 would be not too far down on the horizon...
So anyway. This week I have managed to lose a few of the pounds I gained, so that is good. But now my exercise – well, really just my running – has gone to shit. I mean, not really, but it feels that way. Saturday's group workout kicked ass with its crazy humidity and hills hills hills, PLUS I drove for six hours, PLUS we played an hour's worth of tennis, so you can bet that Sunday was a rest day. Monday I technically should have gotten up early for my homework run, but I put it off and slept in instead. (We played tennis that evening, at least.) Yesterday I actually skipped the evening group run! Man, I just didn't feel like it – I was tired, cranky, and I just wanted to go home after work instead of kill myself for an hour.
We played tennis for about 45 minutes later in the evening, which is good, but I will never make the mistake of skipping running group again if I can help it. I have been regretting it. Doing it always feels better than not doing it.
Yet when this morning rolled around I fought a fierce battle in my head about whether to get up early and get a homework run in or not. The homework calls for 3 miles, but I was bargaining with myself – 2 miles would be good, just get out there. I came thisclose to rolling over and going back to sleep when I finally wrangled myself up and out, only to have time for a one miler, which I ran at a zippy (for me) 14:35 pace. Part of me is disappointed in myself, and part of me is proud.
Whichever. One mile is better than no mile.
I also plan to take a walk on my lunch break, something I haven't done in a long time. And of course tonight? More tennis. Yes, we're a bit tennis crazy lately. One thing I will tell you is that I always try to incorporate as much movement, and yes, even running, into my tennis playing. Since we're still not super great, or good enough to keep a rally going for much more than five strokes, I'm not constantly moving around like you'd think. So, I try to sprint for errant tennis balls, or I'll do a light jog while waiting for my partner to collect his errant tennis balls, etc. I'm trying to be more mindful of this every time we go out. One thing I still need to get really good about is going for every single return to my side of the court, even if it seems impossible to hit – because it'll get me moving.
The way I see it now is that I still have half the week ahead of me. I can go for a run tomorrow, and maybe even Friday, and I will definitely be attending Saturday's group workout. I can still make this a really good week all around if I get myself back into the mindset I need to be.
This stuff is important. I always inherently know that, but I still have to remind myself.
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