A Bad Example Day

Yesterday was quite the “bad example” day. I started out by doing Week 1 Day 2 of the “Champion” Spitfire Athlete workout. I don’t remember the details, but there were a lot of squats.

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Of course I did it on an empty stomach, and only drank coffee with milk afterwords.

Once at work, I felt hungry so “Second Breakfast” was a side caesar salad that I found in the fridge, a granola bar, a handful of Cashew Clusters, and more coffee with milk.

Blogger trick: only photo the salad, not the Cashew Clusters. That way, it's healthy!
Blogger trick: only photo the salad, not the Cashew Clusters. That way, it’s healthy!

So of course that meant Lunch was a burger and fries. Grass-fed, of course. We’re all about health here.

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I had an appointment in the city, and afterwords felt really “ugh” about everything. So I picked up some cookies from Whole Foods as a snack for the ride home. Turns out that was dinner, because when I got home Hulk was getting a new beer batch ready and the stove was commandeered for mashing. That was fine, so I had a couple beers to wash down the cookies.

I’m starting to feel kind of foggy in the head and tight in the pants, so I think the “consume all the carbs” phase needs to move on now. I haven’t slept well this week, and I’m very certain that’s a huge part of it. It’s time to reclaim the bedtime and get back where I prefer to be.

That’s it for now, go make it a great day!

Ralph the Bear says, "Cheers to that!"
Ralph the Bear says, “Cheers to that!”

Some Days are Like That, Even in Australia

Yesterday was one of those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days for me. I can’t even explain it. Monday I went to bed feeling all the gratitude and warm fuzzies about the world. Tuesday I woke up and felt like Kill All the Things. And I’m not even on Day 5 of a Whole30!

Breakfast

Since I was all grumpy, I skipped out of the house as soon as I could after the usual kid-wrangling to avoid making the rest of the family miserable, and grabbed a sausage breakfast sandwich from the deli by my office. Their breakfast sandwiches are magical, being hand-made on a toasted croissant. It’s a nice food-treat to start the day. I also downed a couple of coffees with milk.

Lunch

I was still feeling sort of reclusive, so I went to a nearby cafeteria where I knew it was chicken tandoori day. Some chicken tandoori, curried veggies, and rice were some good soul food. I also walked to and from the office, so it was a good sunny mile walk each way.

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Snack

I wasn’t hungry in the afternoon, but I did indulge in some mood-eating. A KIND bar and a few Andes mints were a decent distraction, washed down with a couple Diet Cokes.

Workout

I came home to some good family news, so that perked me up. No public announcements yet since it’s not quite a done deal. True to my “no beer before barbells” rule, Hulk offered to put dinner together while I worked out in the garage. I started the Champion program on the Spitfire Athlete app. I didn’t have time to get through the whole workout, but I completed most of the weight lifting and skipped out on core work.

  • Assisted pull-ups, 3×12
  • Cable pulls (I modified with a band since I don’t have a cable to pull), 3×12
  • Bent over barbell rows, 3×12 @ 45 lbs
  • Reclined dumbbell arm extensions, 3×12 using a 10lb plate
  • Inclined reverse dumbbell flys, 1×12 @ 3 lbs (yes, 3. It was either that or 40)

Dinner

Hulk outdid himself for dinner: hamburger patties topped with cheese and fried eggs, with a side salad and peas. We ate on the patio again, and I showed Squish how to angle his fork through the patty to make a sort of meat-on-a-stick method of eating the hamburger, rather than cutting it into bites. Then we drank some beers on the porch while watching the sun set. Hulk took care of the domestic stuff while I went to bed early and read my book. I’m almost done with “The Art of Racing in the Rain” and I have only cried twice so far.

I know I’ve been succumbing to emotional eating lately, and I just have been allowing it. It’s hard not to have Whole30 rules to fall back on when things are difficult. I know what’s wrong – I want to do all the things and am frustrated that there are only 24 hours in a day –  but eating just seems easier than fixing it. There are also a couple other health-related things I’ve been meaning to explore, such as maybe giving myself a caffeine holiday.

I’m also really trying to figure out how to get more exercise in, and I’m caught in “mom guilt” whenever I take time out for myself, which was part of why I was so grumpy yesterday. I had planned on working out in the morning, but then children/life happened, and it didn’t get done. I’m so sick of falling victim to excuses, but I just can’t get myself together. I know I need to take care of myself in order to take care of everyone else, but it’s so much easier in theory than in practice. I think I’m going to get up at 6:00 for a run, but then at 5:58 I have a tearful preschooler climbing in my bed after a scary dream, and while I’m getting him settled I then have a baby that’s all “IT’S [6:17 in the] MORNING WHY AREN’T YOU ALL READY TO PARTY YET? And why are my pants so squishy?” and by the time I’m done with her diaper blowout the preschooler is now awake and asking for “milk and chocolate toast” and my window of opportunity to scrap together any time for myself this morning is firmly shut. Fortunately this phase of life is temporary and I’m doing my best to appreciate the little things involved with taking care of small children (stop growing up!) but it’s hard when I know I need to exercise and rest and keep myself sane above it all. But tomorrow is always another day.

And that’s it for this day. Go make it a great one!

 

A Rest Day and Some Pre-Easter Revelry

Today I took a rest day. Four days in a row of getting about six hours of baby-induced interrupted sleep then getting up with the alarm at 5:30 a.m. were not doing me any favors. I passed the kids off to Hulk for bedtime and crashed early last night, “sleeping in” until 6:30 this morning. I feel so much better with the extra sleep, and I’m sure my legs will thank me on my run tomorrow.

Yesterday was gym day for my Spitfire Athlete strength training program. I headed to the fancy Equinox gym for squats, bench, and deadlift. Awkward no-I’m-not-taking-a-picture gym pic time.

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I like how my bedhead is making my bangs flip out. I didn’t even try to fix it, it was too rad.

On the family front, the grandparents sent the kids some Easter goodies, so we had a little plastic egg party. Buttercup is a little confused around her first Easter.

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Squish tried to be a good brother and help her out. And for some reason they’re both in their St. Patrick’s Day shirts. I didn’t plan this, I’m not that crafty of a blogger mom.

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“Mercedes needs more eggs.”

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the new baby rocker! Remember how I went to the StitchFix launch a few weeks ago? Well, I won a 4Moms rockaroo infant rocker* in the raffle! It’s so pretty.

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The fabric is really soft and velvety, and the rocking mechanism is really quiet. It’s a front-and-back rocking motion as opposed to the side-to-side motion of her current baby swing, so it’s a good variation for baby placement options in the apartment. Plus, the little stuffed toys on the mobile are easy to pull out, so when Buttercup gets big enough to grab them she can easily pull it out to chew on play with it. Normally she goes after the attached toys to her mobiles and jumper chair and cries when she finds they are firmly attached. If you’re expecting, I would definitely recommend this for your registry.

That’s all for today. I’m just taking it easy, still eating my super awesome Whole30 food (on day 6!), and living the dream.

Now go make it a great day!

*No affiliate links in this post, just for info only. I’m not that cool.