I went to the gym and did 2 miles. I realized that I could go farther, maybe even the 12.5 miles, but that I hadn't fueled enough for such a distance. An almond butter and jelly sandwich is laughable when it's all I had eaten by 10:30am and that distance would take multiple hours. My leg hurt later in the day, so then I thought maybe it's best I didn't do that distance. This morning it didn't hurt, then it did. Argh!
I'm trying it tonight. If it hurts, I'll stop.
My nutrition continues to teeter on the edge of eating too much, but my choices are so much healthier and I'm listening when I tell myself, 'no'. I had a little epiphany the other day. I realized that I treat food as the thing I can 'want' and 'have'. There are so many sacrifices in life, so many things I 'want' but don't get to 'have'. I let food be my instant gratification, my f*@& you to responsibility and sensibility. A pretty dumb way to rebel, I must say. All these bits of understanding help, especially when I'm sitting at my desk, not hungry, but feeling antsy. Like now.
Monday's food summary (I wish it reported fiber on this screen, but my total was 41.9g or 7%):
Percentage of Calories 1