I am proud

of my protein intake yesterday.

160g. That's pretty phenominal for not having used any protein supplements. I am not, however, proud of my water intake (under 100 oz). I am hoping to have time tonight to run to GNC to grab some more shakers so I can be better prepared for my 200g per day goal. I also need to pick up some chocolate protein powder. I mean... the vanilla is fine in smoothies (mmmfruit) which is how I'll be using it primarily over the next month cause I'll be eating fruit again (YAY!) but chocolate is my choice for mix-n-go shakes.

I am feeling a bit better today.

I kinda said, "fuck it" last night, and went to bed knowing that I wasn't going to get up and workout this morning... that I wanted to take advantage of the sun today and go for a long run (gonna go for the 5 mile course today) in the afternoon and just chill... I haven't run any good distance in a while and I'd forgotten how therapeutic a long run can be.

By therapeutic I mean this... when I run I get to really crawl inside my body and take stock of what its doing. I get to see how far my legs can carry me. I get to feel how my lungs normalize their breathing after a couple of minutes and how my heart adapts to the pace and beats with purpose but not panic. I pay attention to my ankles and knees to see how they're flexing and absorbing the impacts and by the time I'm comming up on the last half mile I really feel great... I feel that runners high, and I am excited again by what my body can do these days... I think I need that. I think that I've been missing that.

When I don't run I spend a lot of time focused on what my body looks like... when I run, I spend some time focused on what my body can do... it seems a more productive venture to run, and maybe it will help with all of the other mental crap I've got going on.

I sure hope so.

I have to take a moment here to mention how fabulous my husband is and has been from the start and thru my whole journey. He is my biggest supporter. He tells me (often) how fabulous I look. He cheers for me when I put on the next smaller size... he encourages me to get out and exercise if I'm feeling stressed and he checks with me nearly every week to find out what my eating plan is so that he doesn't inadvertantly tempt me with somthing that is not on my plan for the week... and if he slips up and offers somthing (a beer, or a treat or whatever) and I tell him its not on my plan, he quickly files the information away and doesn't let it happen again. He smacks my ass and tells me how firm it is... he squeeses me around my belly and notices the muscles under there. He rubs and massages my shoulders and tells me how strong they feel. He is fabulous and I love him to bits... the only possible thing that could be better would be if he would exercise with me... but I'm working on that angle... we'll see... maybe when he realizes I can do more pushups than he can he'll take the bait. :D

Posted by Lexy at May 25, 2004 07:57 AM