Today was, by far, the hardest day I've had on this challenge yet. There weren't temptations in front of me, I didn't go to a party or anything; I just could NOT stop thinking about a Mrs. Fields Cookie with loads of butter cream frosting. But in my determination to see this challenge through to the end, I didn't cave.
I blame Jessica, for talking about cookie cake during our run this morning. If we were still overweight, I think we'd be best food buddies. (I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but Jessica lost about 80 pounds many years ago, and has kept it off). We both adore sugar.
Anyway, we met at the State Park at 8:00 this morning for our interval run. She wasn't feeling too great, so we took it easier than last week. The pace for our fast interval splits were: 8:58, 8:50, 8:57, 8:53, 9:09, 9:08. You can tell that she really started to feel crappy after our fourth interval. She kept apologizing, but I told her that everyone has bad running days!
I've decided not to run the Ragnar Tennessee that I wrote about recently. I just don't feel like that group was the right "fit" for me--it didn't seem very organized, and when I'm spending a lot of money for a race like that, I'd like to know exactly what is going on. I'm kind of bummed, because I'd love to do another Ragnar (the sooner the better). I do have plans for next January, though, that I'll write about once the details are final.
Anyway, since I was really craving something sweet today, I found this recipe for whole wheat cinnamon raisin bread (a "real food" recipe), and I threw together a loaf of that in the bread machine. It turned out really good, and while it wasn't a Mrs. Fields cookie with butter cream frosting, it helped tame my sweet tooth a little ;) The texture of it was very light and soft, and at first I was disappointed, but once I tasted the bread, the taste made up for the texture.
My food log for today:
Breakfast--usual oats cooked in milk with dates, walnuts and pure maple syrup
Lunch--salad with chicken, feta cheese, almonds, and balsamic vinaigrette
Dinner--pork roast, unsweetened apple sauce, sauteed Brussels sprouts, homemade cinnamon raisin bread with butter
Snacks--2 (or was it 3?) spoonfuls of peanut butter, cashews, popcorn with oil and salt
My dinner was so good and and the whole family enjoyed the "real food" dinner today...
After dinner, I noticed that the cats didn't have any food in their bowl. We normally have a big bowl of food for them that we keep out all the time for them to graze as they want. Well, Chandler doesn't really understand the definition of the word "graze"--he things it means "gorge":
Putting ONE cat on a diet in a house of FOUR cats is not easy. This means I'll have to feed all four cats on a schedule, twice a day.
Paolo, the "temporary" cat (we STILL have not found a home for him, and it's been almost a year) has some quirks, and one of them is that he was completely spoiled by his previous owner. I think he must have been fed only canned food, because he wolfs it down when I give it to him, but he would rather starve for days than eat dry food. I can't open a can of anything without him right at my ankles.
So after dinner today, I portioned out four small bowls of dry food. The cats were really hungry because they hadn't had food probably since this morning. Phoebe, Chandler, and Estelle all went to town as soon as I set the food down. Paolo, who was meowing and right at my ankles waiting for food, looked at me like I was an idiot when I set the food in front of him. If cats could talk, he would have said to me, "What the eff is that?! That's not food!"
So while the other cats ate, Paolo sat next to his bowl and scowled.
Cats crack me up with their personalities. I usually talk about Estelle on the blog, because she's the most entertaining. But all four of my cats have funny quirks, and this happens to be Paolo's. He's spoiled rotten. And he LOVES to be groomed. If I even go near where we keep the cat brush, he's rubbing all over my legs until I brush him.
This next picture is completely disgusting, but I must show someone. This morning, I was packing lunches for the boys, and I couldn't find Eli's lunchbox. I got out an older one that we had in the pantry to let him use instead. When I opened it up, I found this:
I don't know why I feel the need to share with everyone all the disgusting things I find in my house or on my body... a mouse, a moldy sweet potato, fish flies, blisters on my feet, bug guts on my arm... the list goes on. Enjoy!