1. I finally did a sub-40 minute 5k last night:
I'm still not fast (more of a jog than a run, really, though at times it feels like sprinting to me), but at least I know I could finish a 5k before they started to tear down the course.
2. Body pump tonight. I'm actually looking forward to it!
3. I had my fifth fill yesterday. Hello, restriction! I can feel my imitation Crystal Light going down ever so slowly this morning...
4. Here's the thing I hate about getting fills: the waiting room. I find it's always crowded with a bunch of people whining about how the band isn't working for them. What I overheard yesterday:
"I should have gotten the sleeve. My friend had the sleeve and she's lost a ton of weight. I haven't lost anything. *takes big gulp of sweet tea out of extra large Panda Express cup* And I work out for 20 minutes on Tuesday nights, too! I wish they'd told me I wouldn't lose any weight."
*sigh* I kind of want to get little cards printed that say, "The band isn't magic. It only works if you work it." that I could hand out at moments like that.
5. The traditional stop at Trader Joe's after my fill happened yesterday, so I come bearing another product recommendation:
And they have the added bonus of being dark chocolate and espresso, which are both things that the wife hates.
6. I have to buy candy that the wife hates because if I buy candy that the wife likes, I won't get to eat any of it. A few weeks ago, I bought a bag of individual packs of M&Ms, thinking that I could have a pack (70 calories) every once in a while as a treat. Over the weekend, I went looking for the M&Ms for my first "treat" and found only the empty bag. She'd eaten the entire thing before I even had one M&M. So low-cal candy that she hates is crucial in my house.
7. She also hates cinnamon imperials:
8. Lest you think that I only eat crap, I have one more product recommendation:
I really like tzatziki sauce, which is odd because I don't like yogurt or cucumber. The Trader Joe's tzatziki is delish and low-cal - 30 calories per 2 tbsp serving. I dipped grilled chicken in it for dinner last night.
9. When I was a kid, my father was a runner (a triathlete, actually). He used to take me to the high school track with him and make me run - he would pretend that we were at a track meet and we would run relays and such. My father is now almost 70 and hasn't run in years, though he still works out every day on his NordicTrack. I have challenged him to an 800m race when I go home for Christmas. I think I may actually be able to beat him this time, with some training! (Though I'm not sure there's a lot of pride in besting a 70-year-old with bad knees...)
10. At this particular juncture in my weight loss journey, I'm glad that I live in a warm climate and that the majority of work clothes I own are dresses. Most of the dresses that I was wearing 86 pounds ago still fit me (although they fit me completely differently) so I haven't had to refresh my work wardrobe yet. I have been through three pairs of jeans, though, and I'm about to need a fourth. Not that I'm complaining!