Last night, I was trying to plan out my food for today, and I was having a really hard time coming up with lunch ideas. Lunch is a really difficult meal for me, because I can never come up with something I get excited about eating (like I do with breakfast and dinner). I told Jerry that I wished I could find my stupid food journal from when I was tracking my food just before I broke my jaw.
This may seem crazy, but I still have every food log from when I was losing weight (and even food logs from many years ago!). I just can't bring myself to get rid of them.
I wanted it so that I could see what/how I had been eating prior to fainting. I had turned my house upside down on at least two occasions looking for it, until I was finally convinced that it was accidentally thrown away. Then last night, when I mentioned it to Jerry, he decided to start looking (again). I think he was sick of my bitching about it ;) He was really determined to find it, despite the fact that we had already looked EVERYWHERE on more than one occasion.
Jerry has a calming effect on me, and I like to give some problems to him to solve, because it makes me less stressed--which is what I did with this journal. Sometimes if I can't find something, I'll ask him to look and then I'll leave the house for a couple of hours, and when I return, it's there for me. So last night, I wanted him to find the journal so badly that I told him I would have sex with him for 30 days in a row if he could find it (lol, I knew he wouldn't find it, but I was trying to give him a big motivation, hoping that he would!) I laid on the bed while he searched. He couldn't understand how it was missing and why it wasn't with the rest of them (which I keep in a shoe box. So I showed him the shoe box, which I had gone through at least three dozen times looking for the journal.
He pulled one out and flipped it open, while I was telling him it wasn't there--and then he said, "Isn't this it? This was right before you broke your jaw". I snatched it out of his hands, and sure enough--it was the missing journal! I swear on my life I looked there, went through each and every book over and over, and it wasn't there. Yet, somehow, it was. I was thrilled that it was found--and so was Jerry ;)
The book didn't offer much insight to anything, but I got an idea for lunch today--polenta with an egg on top. Other than that, it was pretty much useless.
Today was my last long run before the marathon--and it was only 8 miles. Jessica did her run yesterday, so I went solo today. First, I took the kids to Tim Horton's before school for a doughnut. It was "Daddy Doughnut Day" at school, and Jerry had to work. I felt sorry for the kids having to go to school and seeing all the other dads, so I took them to Tim's and then dropped them off at school a few minutes late.
Speaking of water, I was going to bring the new Nathan hand-held bottle I bought yesterday, but as soon as I put water in it this morning, it leaked like crazy! I thought the valve was opened, but it wasn't. So I will have to return it. I don't think I'll buy another; I'll just stick with the waist pack.
It was a hot run today, which made me dread the marathon even more. The weather is finally on the 10-day forecast... and it doesn't look good.
Next week is my final week before the race, and the mileage is minimal--3 miles Monday, 4 miles Tuesday, and then 2 miles on Thursday. I think Jessica and I are going to celebrate with lunch on Thursday after our 2-miler! ;)