Okay, with that as my title, I guess I’m really torn between three titles now. The other two are: “greetings from the front porch” and “why, oh why did I eat that?”
First, the front porch. I made it to hubby’s around 10:30 last night & now I’m blogging on the clean and tidy front porch. There’s a nice breeze shaking last night’s rain out of the trees, it’s chilly, damp, & overcast. I wish I could send this weather to getupnow who’s in a bit of a funk this week. Instead, I’ll just encourage ya’ll to drop by & post verbal hugs in comments if you haven’t already.
Weather here, I’ve decided, is bad for outside running, but good for weeding the garden & boy does it need it! Run inside first, weed later.
& now I’m stalling, although mine isn’t as clever or funny a stall as feathers’ latest post.
So here goes. I discovered that peanut noodles are either the perfect road food or the worst, depending on what your priorities are. They’re the best cause they’re filling & you actually have to stop driving to eat them, so no mindless munching. & rather than feeling hungry 2 hours later & stopping to pick up candy or chips, the noodles kept me on an even keel all day long! In that sense, they were an ideal lunch side-dish (the centerpiece being a Quiznos sammie…yummy!) and dinner entree. But they also added about 40 minutes to an already long drive. Still, I think I’ll make/pack some more for the trip back home on Monday.
So, you get a picture of my eating yesterday. I’ll add that breakfast was the usual bran flakes & blueberries, my munchy road food was cherries, and I was doing awesome until I hit the “100-miles to go” mark.
Weird chain of thought got me to the counter at McDonalds. A few hours after dinner I was regretting the fact that I hadn’t had any real greens all day. I put snow peas & scallions in the noodle dish, but my intake of green stuff was way low. So I started thinking that I should get a V-8 and a coffee…V-8 & coffee…seems like a lot of liquids with still 100 miles to go. So I stopped at McDonalds for the coffee, a bathroom break, and to let the dog get some fresh air. Walked to the counter &, sure enough, ordered a medium coffee & a cheese burger. I guess I was thinking that since I didn’t have any greens, a cheese burger would make up for it?
The burger was terrible. 350 calories, not even good tasting, highly processed, no nutritional value, & just to be honest, negative nutritional value. So how did I go from worrying about not getting enough veggies & contemplating picking up a v-8 to eating something so toxic it actually undid what good nutrition I did consume yesterday? Answer: I gave myself permission to do it, knowing full well that I wouldn’t even enjoy it. Clearly I’m a moron.
Okay, to the 10-pound challenge. I didn’t bring the scales with me to hubby’s cause his house is an old bungelow & the only semi-level surface for an accurate reading on the scale is in the basement & I forget where in the basement exactly. But I did weigh myself before I left yesterday…with 3 days left to the week, no change from last week…so yeah, why, oh why did I eat that damn cheese burger?
The plan for this long weekend is lots of salads, chicken, veggies, very light starches. Exercise of running, walking, and, possibly, swimming laps (I love the pool at Tech, especially in the early morning). I’m also hoping to get a lot of work done, so I guess I’d better get to it.
P.S. djdiamond13 asked an obvious question & I don’t know that I’ve ever addressed it here. Hubby & I don’t live together cause it’s almost impossible for married academics to get jobs in the same city, much less at the same university. We met while I was working on my PhD and he on his MA at the same university in Illinois. He graduated & went to a university in Mich to get his PhD, and I finished up my degree & got a job at a university in Mich (although, still over 500 miles away from him). We were married last year. Now he’s finishing up his PhD & in the fall he’ll begin as an assistant professor in my department. 5 years living apart has finally paid off with two jobs in the same location! It’s sort of a miracle: usually if husband and wife academics want to live together, one of them gets a job as a prof & the other has to agree to a non-tenure-track job or work a series of part-time jobs and surrender the dream of ever becoming a college professor. So it’s kinda our choice to live apart, but also kinda not our choice.
Lunch: peanut noodles
Exercise: a crappy run that I’ll describe in my C25K page if you’re interested in reading about a crappy run. Ran 2 miles, walked 1/2 mile.