Six pounds lost in three weeks working with M. the Reasonable. Not bad for having awakened this morning feeling bloated and slightly nauseous from those Brussels sprouts I ate last night...
So we're averaging two pounds a week, which is fantastic. My goal of being 159 by New Year's is right on track, provided I'm able to stay away from holiday temptations. I had some dark chocolate on Saturday, and even M. thinks it is more than okay to indulge in dark chocolate now and then (he so earned his nickname, this one).
Today was a good workout. We met later than usual, which threw off my normal routine, but I kept up and did my best on the exercises. For my push-up exercise today, instead of bracing on a stable bar, I was holding the handles for a pull-down machine--quite a bit more wobbly than I'm used to. "So you're taking the training wheels off, then?" I asked.
"Yes."
I just shrugged. "Bring it on."
I didn't even whine (much) through the Burpees he made me do today. We talked about a book I'm reading after he mentioned it last week (it's called Born To Run and it's fascinating, informative, and not about Bruce Springsteen) and how it's changing my outlook on running overall, but also form and just how necessary fancy-schmancy running shoes are. He's mentioned plans to eventually run with me so he can get a look at my stride, my impact, and possibly help me find a way to make running even better for me. There's a whole blog post coming as soon as I finish the book.
As for the Brussels sprouts. Gah, I'm still shuddering. It started a few weeks ago, when Mom bought a new magazine. On the front was this wonderful-looking dish containing Brussels sprouts, grapes, and walnuts. I found the recipe and it was so healthy and it looked delicious. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to try it. Yesterday, I excitedly bought some Brussels sprouts and got to work. I oven-roasted the sprouts and grapes in olive oil with fresh thyme, adding the toasted walnuts at the very end. It was supposed to be marvelous...and it was merely "meh." The grapes lost their rich color and got really bloated, and the sprouts just couldn't be anything but boring. I ate a serving, but I wasn't all that excited. The rest, I tucked in the fridge and figured I'd either warm up to them the second time or foist them off on Mom and Dad.
This morning, I woke up and my first conscious thought was of the container of sprouts and grapes in the fridge--and my first conscious feeling was queasiness and this sudden complete distaste for Brussels sprouts in any shape or form. I think I've ruined them for myself--not that they were my favorite vegetable or anything. In the past, I've mostly just tolerated them.
Later this morning, I dumped the whole lot of sprouts and grapes in the trash. Their very presence in the fridge was making me feel slightly ill.
I've more to blog about--I went to Lodi on Saturday to see Stockton Chorale sing (marvelous) and I've got SCSO stuff coming out of my ears this week. My brother is visiting, too. But for now, it's after 11:00 and I really must get to bed if I'm going to haul my gymbo self off to yoga tomorrow morning.
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