Just Thinking That Today Is Going To Be A Good Day Puts That Horrible Black Eyed Peas Song In My Head.

Happy Friday! I feel like today is going to be a good day. It's sunny and supposed to warm up a little bit. I even wore flats today! Screw you boots.

Just a warning, I feel a long post coming on.

First up is last night's workout. It was good, nothing out of the ordinary. I really wanted to use the treadmill, but they were all full downstairs and upstairs there were actually 2 people waiting in line to use them. I refuse to stand around and wait for a machine in a gym that size. So, 40 minutes on the elliptical/stair climber hybrid thing it would be.

I was still pretty sore from training on Wednesday, so I wasn't sure how it was going to go. I was extra tired, but I made it and actually felt less sore after. I'm really proud of myself for working out this much. Every day is a constant struggle of part of me trying to talk myself out of going to the gym. Besides just the physical strain on my body, it's really time consuming. I'm gone from 7:30am to 7 or 7:30pm every day. The laundry is piling up; I still haven't put my clothes away from the last time I did laundry, and forget about cleaning. I have to keep telling myself that this will be worth it.

For dinner I had a tuna melt (with fat free cheddar) on a lite english muffin, 2 red potatoes with spray butter, parmesan cheese, a pinch of garlic powder, and a big salad. 

No dessert because it was pretty late by the time I sat down to eat. When I went grocery shopping earlier this week, I knew I wanted to buy potatoes of some sort. Potato anything is a big temptation for me as I love carbs more than life itself. I saw the 3 pound bag of red potatoes were on sale, but I didn't trust myself with a bag that size. Instead I opted for the individual potatoes and picked out 3 small ones. Fast forward to me making my dinner last night. I microwaved all 3 potatoes. I knew I shouldn't eat all 3, but what was I going to do with 1 red potato left? Why did I buy 3 anyway? Was I really that concerned about 1 measly potato? So, I didn't eat it. That was a big deal for me. Again, maybe the theme of this blog: a small victory. Jon ate it when he got home, and my little red potato didn't go to waste. I could sleep soundly.

It's definitely easier to control my environment and avoid temptations at home, than at the office. This is what is 4 feet away from my desk at any given moment:

The M&M's have been there all week (that's the 2nd bag) and my boss' uncle brought in the peppermint patties. Allison is well aware of my temptations at work as they are constant. If it's not bagels in the morning, it's pizza or subs at lunch. At least 1 person orders lunch every day. By 9:00 this morning they were already talking about ordering from the awesome Chinese place down the street. Temptations, temptations, temptations. It's ok though. 3 weeks ago I might not have been able to turn it down, but 1 lunch that will taste great but make me feel gross after isn't worth ruining all of my hard work at the gym. Plus, I'm not good at only eating half of it and saving the rest for later. I hope to be someday, but until then I need to only put in front of me what I know I can eat. My coworker told me this morning that she saw a robin on her way to work this morning. That means spring is soon followed by: (DUN DUN DUN!) summer. Ugh. Heat, short sleeves, not being able to hide in a cardigan, everything I hate about summer. It's on its way and this year I will be ready for it!

Tonight is the gym, dinner, Allison coming over to take some before pictures of me (this is serious), and a late movie with Allison, Jess and maybe Darrin. I'm excited!

xoxo