Hi guys! Happy Wednesday, the week is almost over, hang in there! You know, even though I was fast asleep by 10pm, I was still tired this morning when my alarm went off. I got myself out of bed like a good girl though. I got Rocks taken care of and it wasn’t nearly as cold as yesterday morning. Good start to the day!
I wanted to make oats for breakfast but my oat pan was dirty and I didn’t feel like cleaning it first thing. Lazy bum. Instead I had a yogurt mess.
Coffee&Creamer to go with:
- 2% fage
- 1/2 TBSP of ground flax
- Small scoop of vanilla protein powder
- Banana nut bear naked
- 3/4 of a small banana sliced
It was so good! I am thinking that on days I don’t have MT in the evenings, I’ll have my yogurt for breakfast. That way I’m sure to get my yogurt fix in.
It was light outside by 7am! Holy cow guys that means I get to start my runs earlier, hooray! I was out the door at like 7:15 and during my run I realized it is time to change up the running clothes. At least for this week. It was in the 20s this morning and I was hot. I need to scale back to one pair of pants and switch to my hoodie instead of my cold weather jacket. My mizuno gloves are actually doing really well! I have to pull my hands inside my sleeves for the first few minutes of my run, but after that I’m golden.
I did a nice pace run and did my 4.5 loop then it was back home to some wonderful CS.
I did a quick 15 minutes of hatha stretches and flew up the stairs for my shower. After my shower I got a load of laundry started and did some bloggy stuff. I had a mid-morning snack while doing that.
An orange and some raisins. While I love both, it was weird having the raisins after the orange, they weren’t quite as sweet. I did more work and blog things, then got started on lunch.
The coleslaw was on it’s last leg and I had to do something with it. I roasted some chickpeas and added that to the coleslaw. I made Scott a pita with it but had mine straight up. Along with some tomato soup, about 1/2 C and the red pear leftover from yesterday. It doesn’t look pretty but it tasted fine. :p
After lunch and cleanup, it was time for Rocky’s walk. We are having a gorgeous 50F spring day! So lovely outside! The wind was a little cool when it blew but otherwise it was a very lovely day!
Paying more attention
I’ve realized that it’s time I need to start listening to what my body wants a little bit more. When I first started changing my diet and eating habits I did this really well. Now it seems I’m letting my mind take over instead of listening to my body. For example last night I had that pita pizza for dinner. I wasn’t very hungry and could have easily had a bowl of cereal or more yogurt and been satisfied. Instead I told myself I needed something with a little more umph since I did just get back from MT class, so I made the pizza. I ate it but it wasn’t awesome nor did it leave me feeling happy and content. I am a huge beleiver in if I’m eating/drink this item it needs to feed me and my soul somehow. Either it’s providing energy, or adding to my daily intake of fruits and veggies. Providing protein or providing comfort. Because I fully embrace comfort eating and drinking. Sometimes you have a really bad or really great day and a glass of wine and some cheese is calling. Do it! What I’m saying is that my food needs to move me somehow. I’m not sure if that makes sense or if I’m even conveying this right, but I’m trying. Last night’s dinner didn’t do anything for me and I felt a little blah after eating it.
Today for lunch, I had too much to eat. I did not eat all of the coleslaw or pear, but did the soup. I only had a small amount of each before I felt content and satisfied. But I convinced myself it was “too little” and I needed something more. Since it was just soup and coleslaw, I should eat a bit more of it. And I did and then I hit the overfull point. Which just feels gross. And I was mad at myself.
My body knows what it wants and what it needs and I need to give it a little more credit. I need to start paying attention to it more. Sort of like intuitive eating but focusing more on how hungry I actually am and realizing when I’ve had enough. Even if it was just a wee amount, if that is enough, then it’s enough and I need to accept that.
Anyone else go through a phase like this? Or started to focus more on what their body wants/needs?