I woke up feeling energetic, in spite of a non-stop weekend of skiing (hint, hint for yesterday's riddle). Often post ski-weekend Monday's find me in desperate desire of rest, but not today. My body is sore, thanks to several face plants in the fresh powder. No, I don't know how to ski it yet, but yes I'm getting better. At least it's a soft-ish landing.
Nevertheless, I found myself actually looking forward to today's weightlifting sandwich. I love weightlifting. You'd think I would be the yoga type, but no. Yoga is way too slow for me. And why is it that all yoga classes are 1.5 hours long? Doesn't that seem like a long time for stretching? Where do all those afficionados find the time? I do realize I'm missing the whole spiritual self-discovery aspect. I'm actually very fond of spiritual self-discovery. I just like to be efficient about it.
And there's nothing more efficient than weight lifting. I'm in and out of the gym in 35 minutes, having grunted through every body part including abs, and a few strategic stretches (I make sure to think spiritual thoughts while I'm doing them. I do miss the group OOOhhhhhhmmmmm though).
The jog back was somewhat harder than the jog there. It begins and ends uphill, and remember, this is the city of Lombard St. When I say hill, I don't mean measly mound. I confess. I do have to abandon the jog in favor of powerwalking and panting up the steepest.
7:15 am You know. Oatmeal. Decaf capp.
1:20 pm After today's Lighten Up call on Childhood Obesity (register for the free download at www.mindforbody.com), I visited my favorite Thai lunch spot, Swatdee. The picture shows what is now a part of me. Every morsel today. Weightlifting, efficiency, appetite.
4:00 pm I'm very hungry, as usual at this time of day. A Zen bakery raisin bun, and one stick minus one bite of string cheese. It did cross my mind that my daughter's bite meant I was jipped a few calories, but she is so darn cute and sweet, that thought quickly drifted away until this very moment.
6:15 pm I'm off to an event tonight, so it's an early chicken burrito and a super speedy salad of pre-washed organic baby lettuce, a few mushroom slices and leftover dressing from yesterday. It hits the spot, especially because it was eaten sitting down, on a real plate, with the aforementioned cute and sweet daughter who gave me multiple light up the room smiles and laughs. Joy.
I speed walk to my evening event. Up and down a momentous mound - the Castro hill I already patronized this morning. Another 40 minutes round trip. I love these bonus workouts, and so does the lower half of my anatomy.
9:15 pm. I'm in need of more calories, so I know it will be a respectable serving of cereal. I eye the big bowl, and reject it in favor of the tiny plastic bowl. I know there will be two, and I somehow think it will be more fun that way. I'm aware this is a little odd. An available 1/4 of an apple also disappears.
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