Day 7 of 45 Day Paleo Challenge
Today is the final day of the week. I actually woke up in a terrified manner from a bad dream. Detox?? Or freak bad dream?? Thankfully my husband had the ability to talk this weekend — even though he was 7000mi away he was able calm my nerves. Talking to him is such a rare occasion… to have him call on a day like today was perfect. This dream was so vivid and played on my every insecurity — it was like pregnancy dreams (those suck too and usually involve losing your child or being a bad parent).
Again, I spent the morning drinking water. No desire to eat. I snacked on a piece of bacon. Then worked out. After my workout and shower; I felt sooo much better from where the morning began. I ate a bigger meal. (banana, 1/4 can of mandarin oranges, 2 chicken apple sausages). I spent the rest of the day snacking; trail mix. Dinner was cucumber, 1/4 can of pineapple, and cream chicken and tomato soup. I used the recipe from Erika @ Everyday Paleo. (Creamy Tomato and Chicken Soup – Crockpot). This is sooo flippin’ good!! So good warm or cool.
I was able to troubleshoot the treadmill that broke earlier in the week. I fixed it!! I would like to take the time to publicly apologize to my wise-ass mom. It turns out the safety stop was slightly off center; breaking the circuit so the treadmill wouldn’t turn on. She was semi-correct; it was a simple no-brainer fix. Sorry Mom!!
Workout on the treadmill was 24min of 2.5mi/hr to go a little over a mile. With a 1min cool down at 1.5mi/hr. While I know this isn’t a strenuous workout. I’m not training for a freakin’ marathon (at least it isn’t on my radar). I’m trying to incorporate healthy movement for a minimum of 20minutes everyday. And my left knee was on fuckin’ fire today during my workout — pretty sure that is because of all the leg workouts this week.
You know what one of the hardest part of being a mom on a new eating plan?! NOT, eating the shit you make your kids while preparing it. NOT, licking your fingers. NOT, nibbling on a goldfish that jump off a plate. It has become such a habit over 14yrs of being a parent; that when I catch myself doing it; I run the the trash can to spit it out. Little ridiculous and an over-reaction.
Well, it has been a difficult week — but with no cheating. Not saying it wasn’t difficult to throw away the kids uneaten pizza on Friday.
Until tomorrow! Starting to feel a little better…??
~Clearly Unbalanced Momma