Eating For Two

Some days I hate blogger. I used the mobile app last night to write this, and rather than"posting" to my site, the passive aggressive app pretended the blog never happened. So here, pretend you read this before the Dinner Out post:



Hooray for Hunter! He keeps his Happy Meal!



That’s right, today I weighed in at 235. That gives his imaginary sister Kekua an extra meal too. I’m losing lbs and giving LA the chubby—so to speak.



That’s good too, because today was tough. I spent five minutes this morning arguing with myself about whether I really needed to workout. I mean, really, did I? The reality is that eventually I will miss a few workouts. Why not figure in today as a “miss” and pick back up tomorrow?



The reason I don’t want to do this is because it’s still early. I’m building a workout habit. No, not the kind that nuns wear, although I have one of those too. I’m building a daily pattern habit that starts with me working out when I get up. If I don’t do it today, then it’s easier to quit later. On days when it takes me five minutes just to “choose” to put on a sweatshirt, I don’t want to give myself an extra reason to go back to bed.



I once read a weightlifting book that suggested that for days you didn’t want to workout, get dressed, go to the gym and get on the floor. Once there, if you still don’t want to work out, then go home with a clear conscience. Everybody has bad days. But chances are, once you are there, you’ll want to continue.



So, this morning that’s what I did, and it was hard. I did my treadmill “hill” for the full 40 minutes with a 5-minute cool down. It wasn’t pretty, and I didn’t get the distance I wanted. I tried for 3.25 miles, but only got just over 3. That’s okay. Today’s victory was showing up, and some days that’s gotta be enough. Be reasonable with your goals, or that will make it easier to quit.



Today, I didn’t quit. High five!



Hunter’s happy.



Today’s meals were pretty basic. I drank lots of water. I don’t want to dehydrate. I also drank coffee. It’s not great for me, but I’m addicted. I’m not giving up that vice. I’d like to continue getting along with my wife.



For breakfast, I ate one egg, 1 slice of bacon, and 1 multigrain thin bread, thingy (technical term). For lunch I had a scone. It was my treat for myself. Now dinner things went to the wonky side. We went out. Things have been stressful lately, and we needed an "ahhhhh" moment. So, we went to Macaroni Grill. Yeah, buck up Hunter, we'll talk tomorrow.