After a particularly shitty night of sleep (the kind where you finally fall into a deep sleep 20 minutes before you have to get up), I woke up wanting one thing: coffee. And thanks to the super wonderful Sam, I had a cup in 90 seconds. Plus a protein shake to get that metabolism revved up.
Then it was time to jet off to the office. Once there I made a slowly brewed cup of coffee and drank myself to caffeinated bliss while checking emails.
Around 9:30am I had my trusty bowl of oats. I forgot to make oatmeal the night before so I picked some up at the cafeteria and added my own mix-ins from home including pumpkin, raisins, crushed pecans, and a little agave. I recently learned that agave is no bueno, but I'm using the rest of the bottle since I'm trying to practice frugality.
Between oatmeal and lunch I had an apple. It was from the cafeteria (again, we need to go shopping) and it was mealy and I did not like it but I ate it anyway. And then I went and got lunch. At the cafeteria. Of course.
I didn't feel like eating salad (especially because they were out of spinach again) and they didn't have any soups that I could eat or liked (why is fennel in everything? ugh). As I looked around at my options, a woman passed me carrying a sandwich that appeared to be healthy. Intrigued, I walked over to the deli station and was delighted to find that they had a seemingly healthy sandwich special. I say seemingly because, though it claimed to be "roasted veggies, fresh mozzarella, and basil pesto on a multigrain roll," I'm smart enough to know that "fresh" means squat, they can put anything they please in pesto and I'd never know, and "multigrain" doesn't imply healthy...it just means there are multiple grains in the recipe.
But I got it anyway. Heeeeeeeeeeeh.
It was good. It was real good. That was the first time I'd gotten a sandwich at work since August and my almost-maybe-cold (please, please, no) thanked me for it. That's what I'm telling myself, anyway. I also grabbed a bag of these thingers because I was curious about them.
After lunch I was good and satiated for quite a while, which made me realize I really need to include more carbs in my lunches. Around 3pm I ate one of my dirty little secrets, not because I was hungry, but because I knew it was in my desk drawer and that knowledge was killing me.
These little babies are up by the register and sometimes (today) I'm not strong enough to make my purchase without including one. They're not technically on The Plan because they contain sugar and are obviously processed, BUT the serving size is 4 of them for 220 calories and I only eat one of them for 55 calories and dark chocolate has antioxidant or something so I'm gonna let this one slide. And all the other ones I ate all those other days. Heeeeeeeeeeeeh.
Before I left the office I had a clementine because it was in my purse and I was bored. Good thing I don't carry large cheese pizzas around in my bag, eh? My commute home took 20 minutes longer than it should have (which is a long time when you're standing on a train) because Metro sucks and everything is broken, so by the time I got home I was hungry again. Clementines aren't very filling, it turns out. So I ate the rest of my cashews before the dogs were even done with their business in the yard.
Having written that, I realize that it's a disturbing way to mark time. I apologize.
Sam went to the gym at her work today, so I was on my own to workout. I intended to complete Bob's Warrior Yoga DVD, but because I felt (feel) like caca, I just did some Namaste yoga. In the end, I was glad I switched because Bob doesn't allow for much leisurely stretching and my poor body really needed it. Sam and I have vowed to start doing morning yoga again next week, ps. Hold us to that, would ya?
Dinner was a bit of a challenge because when it came time to make a decision I found myself staring at a can of beans, a can of diced tomatoes with green chiles, and a single bag of rice. Have I mentioned that we need to get to the grocery store? I took those ingredients (plus a few items I found in the fridge), cooked and mashed and sprinkled a few things together, and came up with this:
Mini black bean burgers on a bed of slap-dash Spanish rice with an avocado lime sauce (Greek yogurt as the base). Sometimes I amaze myself. Truly. I do. Not because it was so delicious (and it was), but because I only ate one serving. Less than one serving, actually, because I got full and Sam ate the rest. High-five to success!
And then I had a glass of red and called it a night. Or, am calling it a night, anyway. Like, right now.