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I've gotten so caught up in my health developments this weekend that I've forgotten what this blog is about.

Saturday
I ate five chips (Doritos, I think), for dinner I had a giant plate of penne with vodka sauce with strips of Italian ham peppered in. There was a monster amount of chicken breast in the dish too, but I donated most of that to boyfriend. I had one slice of garlic bread, water to drink. I shared an ice cream with boyfriend (the website says I took in about 340 calories if split evenly, but he ate more so... you divide it how you see fit) and then I further indulged myself with an ice cream cookie sandwich with sprinkles at 480 calories. Shove it, we were celebrating Valentine's Day.

I ran 1.00 mile, plus another half mile in brisk walking with the warm-up/cool-down. Two miles on the elliptical plus a quarter mile cool-down.

Sunday
I had a small burrito of huevos con chorizo with a side of breakfast potatoes. For dinner boyfriend made chicken tacos in grilled corn shells, and I sliced two small vine tomatoes as a side dish. Plus the last ice cream cookie sandwich.

I ran 1.00 mile, plus another half mile in brisk walking with the warm-up/cool-down. Two miles on the elliptical plus a quarter mile cool-down. Hour of Pilates at home.

Monday
I ate a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. It was mostly broth, I was careful to pick out most of the chicken and focus on the carrots and celery instead. Same for dinner.

No time for exercise, I had a long day of catching up on school work and I spent most of the night in class.

Today
breakfast: Special K vanilla almond cereal with skim, ate a banana mid-morning. For lunch I have packed a turkey sandwich with leafy greens and a slice of pepperjack cheese on whole wheat. Baby carrots on the side. Two oranges and green tea for snack.

The plan is to run 1.00 mile, plus another half mile in brisk walking with the warm-up/cool-down. Two miles on the elliptical plus a quarter mile cool-down.



I think calorie counting is stupid. For me, it makes me obsess about everything I eat and every bit of activity I accomplish throughout the day. It's the fastest path to an eating disorder, in my opinion. I stay consistent by using the same tupperware everyday and taking good notes on how much I eat and how I feel after eating. Also, I should mention that I've broken the habit of eating everything in sight. I tend to overpack my meals for work because I would rather be here with too much food that goes back in the fridge than to not have enough and spend the whole day obsessing over what I could be eating.

Speaking of habits, I think of everything in terms of habits. EV-ER-Y-THINGGG. I had to condition myself to be consistent with my meds, with my workouts, with waking up for work, with eating right, with grocery shopping. There's almost nothing I don't look at and somehow try to turn into a habit. Writing/reading blogs, weighing myself, saying au revoir to alcohol and late night trips to the fridge... all habits. If I can get myself to stick with something for 21 days, I can rule the world MUWAHAHAHAHAHA.

I rely heavily on incentives, because I'm a material person. But I also think of it as making investments in my health. For example, I ordered new shoes this week. While I probably won't have them until my possession until Thursday or Friday, I still use it for motivation. I tell myself on the treadmill "just think of your new Vibrams!" and it helps me run longer/faster/harder. This week I'll be rocking new compression pants and a PINK heart rate monitor, BECAUSE I'M WORTH EVERY PENNY. Also, these items serve as reminders that my money will have gone for nothing if I don't put them to use AND if I don't give it my all. People who have heart rate monitors aren't the kind of people to half-ass it. Duh.