In early April, I wrote about how I massively overate at my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary party. I called it The Curse of the Mexican-Food-Baby. (click the link to read).
I have not committed such atrocities since that night, but I gave it a good try last Saturday night. Here's basically what happened since Saturday morning (ending with near-vomiting and my best personal 5K record!).
- Weigh in at 278...my lowest in 10 years. Go to breakfast with the fam and eat very healthy low-cal food.
- Do errands, go to bike store with my son (Samson) to inspire him ! Mrs. Clyde scopes out the Trek Lexa's...it is nearly time for her to trade out the 8-year-old Mongoose mountain bike.
- Samson firmly committed to ride the El Tour de Tucson 40-mile race with me on 11/20! This will be an amazing accomplishment for my 11-year old son, who has never ridden longer than 12 miles at one stretch. Soon, Samson will be writing some posts for this blog, giving us an update as to his training.
- My friend, Crazy Jim and I went to see The Expendables. We first had a dinner at a Mexican restaurant and I overindulged (was I too hungry from the low-cal days before?). Had two beers (which is a lot for me). Judgement impaired, which caused me to snack on red vines while I watched Sly Stallone free the villagers from the tyrannical general.
- By bedtime, I now realize that I am once again "pregnant with a Mexican-Food-Baby".
- Given that I was over-served on Saturday night, I ate very light on Sunday...maybe too light at about 1,200 calories.
- No workout.
- Felt the baby kick all throughout the day.
- Another light day of eating...still feel the weight of the Saturday night chimichanga, blonde ale and red vines. Guh.
- Prior to dinnertime, I realize that my egg-white veggie omelet and "carrots-only" lunch has brought me to 408 calories for the day. Eat a ham sandwich of 500 calories.
- Go for a 5k neighborhood run, breaking in my new Brooks Beast shoes! Mile 1: 10:22, Mile 2: 11:40, Mile 3.1: 13.37. This totals to a new 5K PR of 34:59!!
- Stumble into the house and do a #14 in the bathroom* (see below).
- The run seemed to have upset the baby.
- Lay on the ground, feeling like I want to vomit.
- After my stomach feels more settled, I have some multi-grain cheerios at about 9pm.
* A few years ago, my boys and I overheard this conversation at a restroom in Disneyland.
A kid was waiting for his Dad, who was in one of the stalls...
Kid (calling out to his Dad): "Hey, Dad...you still in there?"
Dad (answers from the stall) "Yes, still here."
Kid: "Okay...how long?"
Dad (becoming frustrated at the embarrassingly public conversation): "Soon, I'll be out soon!"
Kid (long pause): "Are you going #1 or #2?"
Dad (yelling): "I'm doing a #14, Kevin...alright?"
(This bathroom just became the quietest place at Disneyland, but everyone in there was smiling, except Kevin).