" If you lose today, win tomorrow. In this never-ending spirit of challenge is the heart of a victor." -Daisaku Ikeda
This has been a very very long morning. I didn't eat very well last night. I made spinach lasagna, and became so ravished while waiting for it, I ate 5 string cheese, a small bowl of sauce with cheese, about a cup and a half of ice cream (but out of the container, so it could have been more or less, and then a handful of regular cheese. Then finally, two piece of lasagna, which reaffirmed that I don't like ricotta cheese.
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On the bright side, I went to the gym yesterday morning and kept a 3.5-4.7 pace for 20 minutes (thats not really keeping a pace, is it?) on the elliptical, hopped on the treadmill and ran 1 minute 5 times at 4.5, and walk an additional 20 minutes at 3.0. I'm definitely ready to be a runner. Every day I wake up and all I want to do is do more.
It looks like I had a calcium attack. Everything I ate last night was dairy related, which is interesting to me. Really, I was looking for the mix of sauce and cheese, and carbs, I think. It'll probably happen again. I'm not gonna beat myself up about it. I wonder if that morning workout had any affect on my near fatal need for dairy that evening however. I should be better prepared for such events in the future.