Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Victory is Mine!

5:00 AM. 40 minutes. 10.1 miles today. Yes!

I managed that along with kicking over the dog's food, cleaning up same, shrieking because a freaking roach appeared behind my shoulder (ew, ew, EW!!!), killing same... you get the picture.

Oh, and one of the cats left a rather pungent gift for me this morning in the litter box. Better in than out, certainly; but still. It almost killed my appetite.


One interesting effect of morning exercise appears to be that I am flat-out starved for the rest of the day, and I'm trying to mitigate that. My breakfast has been rather light (as in 1/2 cup egg whites plus 1 TBSP Parmesan "light"), so I added a little bowl of oatmeal. That didn't do much for me so I tossed in a banana yesterday. Still no luck, so this morning I upped my egg whites to a shade over 3/4 cup (because that's how much was left in the carton). We'll see how that works out. So far so good, at this point. I haven't eaten my Emergency Backup Banana yet, nor have I dipped into the This is Really Really an Emergency Peanut Butter Stash, which gives me hope that I may have hit on the right combination.

Tomorrow I'm just going to shoot for 10 miles again. 15 MPH sounds pretty good to me, but I need to watch my bike display to see what that is in RPM, then I'll have a better idea of where I am on the whole effective exercise continuum. I'm reading this article from Livestrong, and it's giving me some ideas... should be entertaining at least. Or give me something new to obsess over. Either way, it works.


S, Galloway said...

As hard as I try, I just can't get on..and stay on the exercise bandwagon. Kudos to you for managing it far better then me.

Choreboy said...

I might have stayed asleep if the cable hadn't turned itself off. But at least I had the joy of sharing the morning with you (and the roach).

Amanda said...

Sylvie, well, it's hit-and-miss with me. Granted, at the moment it's more "hit". I just figure at this point the fact that I bailed on exercise for X-amount of weeks shouldn't deter me from hopping back in. So anymore... it doesn't. It just takes time :)

And honey, if you'd only NOT told me the roach hadn't been politely thrown away, but instead managed to drag its poisoned carcass off to die God-knows-where... eeeewww!!!! One of us is going to find that sucker, and it was HUGE! Yuck, yuck, YUCK.