From now on, I am going to post a Meatless Monday feature wherein every Monday you can visit my blog and expect a different one-day meatless menu including 3 meals and 1-2 snacks. Normally, I try to eat vegetarian 3-4 days every week but as I tend to indulge in steak on Saturday and pork or chicken on Sunday, by Monday I’m ready to clean my body out.
For breakfast, I had some time to myself so went to a local Noah’s Bagels and had the mushroom, spinach, and swiss Egg Mitt sandwich on a honey wheat bagel thin (which is about 150 calories less than a regular bagel, bringing the total of the sandwich to a little over 400 calories) with some salt and pepper, no butter, and a small cup of that tasty vanilla coffee Noah’s has- I think it’s called Chelsea- a perfect way to start the day!
(I just thought of this so neglected to take a photograph of my breakfast so will borrow in the meantime…)
Hubby and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary yesterday but now that I turn into a pumpkin after 8pm due to my marathon training, the only plan we made for our celebration was to stay home, order some comfort food, and watch some good television- and we did just that! As it was a special occasion, I made sure my dinner consisted solely of 3 out of the 4 major carb groups: pasta, bread, and croutons. The 4th being french fries, of course.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, obviously I’ve been slacking on the blog, I know… <sigh> After 28 days in the mountains, coming back home and trying to get back to my regular routine has not been easy, I tell ya!
My goal was to continue blogging while at our cabin during the month of July; however, there were 2 major problems with that. The first and worst was DIAL UP. Sheer torture. Enough said. The second issue was the altitude- how could my bitching and complaining about those 6500 feet be an entertaining read to anyone? I certainly wasn’t feeling proud. Every run I did in those 28 days was such a struggle- I would get dizzy, see spots, feel nauseous and head achy every time, and then crappy for about 2 hours afterwards. I became doubtful of my ability. After a particularly bad 9 mile run, I returned to the cabin, fell to the floor in a sweaty puddle, and cried- if I could barely do 9, how in the heck am I going to get up to 26.2??? Continue reading →