Day 14 of The Greener March Challenge has been a particularly green day – mostly thanks to this almost-past-its-prime kale that I’m trying to work through before I have to surrender it to the compost bucket.
NO, this glass is NOT my compost bucket, thankyouverymuch.
(I think those tulips are going to take a trip to the compost bucket sooner than my Best By March 12th baby kale is…)
Zak and I were in college when we met and started dating. He taught me how to play racquetball early in our relationship, and it came to be something we did together quite regularly at (my) school where we had easy access to racquetball courts.
Whenever we played, he always won. I never felt bad about this, he’s bigger, stronger, a more experienced player – he kicked my ass quite regularly and I just rolled with it. I mean HELLO, I’m hanging out with my uber cute boyfriend with whom I’m totally smitten, who the hell cares if I win or that racquetball is a little dorky?
Week 7. No change from Week 6. 140.6 this morning, up .2 from last Friday.
Womp womp.
I was feeling bummed and discouraged this morning, but I’m feeling better now that the day has worn on and I’ve had some time to think about where I went wrong this week and what I’m going to do differently next week.
I see two issues from this week:
I didn’t weigh myself all week.
I’ll begin today by explaining that we’ve been eating a lot of the Same Old, Same Old for dinner around here lately.
From what I can figure, any and all brain power that was formerly used for coming up with something new and creative for dinner (or the blog) seems to have been temporarily diverted to growing a baby. A baby who is getting pretty big I might add, and lately has a fondness for doing what can only be described as extended side angle pose in utero.
I did Barbie’s hair. You like?
It was another egg and everything bagel kind of weekend here.
(That means it was a good weekend.)
But now it’s Monday, and we’re moving on to better and bluer breakfasts.
These little wild blueberries from Woodstock Farms are my current favorite small blue thing.
I pop about a half cup of them into a dish and let them thaw in the fridge over night.
Or, if you forgot about them last night like I did, an hour on the counter at room temperature works too.
I made it!
Picked up my swag.
(that’s actually a really nice long sleeve tech shirt. and green glasses rule.)
Rolled out my leg on a rolling pin –
Like so:
and had a hotel bed pre-marathon dinner time picnic.
(my current fav salad mess, half a bagel, Brussels sprouts, Buffalo Sabra, Friends on TV!)
Tomorrow’s mantra?
Smile, breathe and go slowly.
For realsies.
So it’s the first week in October, and that means this is marathon week over here.
I’ve had a couple of training trial and errors through the month of September, and there’s a couple things I’ve learned over these past 4 weeks. This little ditty is for you long distance runners out there who might find yourself signing up for a marathon at the last minute because you were thinking “hey, that sounds like fun!!”
With all this extra mileage from last minute marathon training, I’ve been trying to get back into the groove with a more regular yoga practice.
Increased mileage –> greater risk of injury –> more yoga to help offset the additional time and distance on my legs and feet.
I really fell in love with yoga at the beginning of the year when I started getting to yoga classes on a regular basis. I was going a few days a week and absolutely noticed a difference in myself – both physically and emotionally.
There is a 6:30 AM Active Yoga class on Tuesday mornings that I occasionally get to, and today was one of those Tuesdays. As it turns out, on the first Tuesday of every month this Active Yoga class becomes a Restorative Yoga class.
“Restorative” apparently meant just five poses. That’s it. Five. In 45 minutes. But it was certainly restorative with some gentle hip opening, some gentle shoulder opening, some gentle mouth opening with a schlurp of drool as I nearly fell back to sleep during savasana it was so nice and easy.
So I dropped off the face of the blogosphere for a month and a half or something. Oh yes, I’m still here – new camera collecting dust while I’ve been off having fun with much of the following:
1. The Primal Blueprint Meets The 4-Hour Body.
I devoted a bunch of posts in December to the wonders of The Primal Blueprint and how much I was digging it, right? Well, The 4-Hour Body by Tim Ferris deserves the same accolades. Quite informative and entertaining in many respects. Funny, inspiring and errr, intriguing? (Be sure to check out the chapter on the 15 minute female orgasm, for the illustrations if nothing else.)
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