I love mornings. I especially love Sunday mornings. I usually go for an epically long walk/jog (about 10-15km) around the sea wall but this morning I went for a short jaunt down the street. I’ve totally been PMSing for a few days and skipped my jog 3 nights in a row. This goes against my self-imposed guidelines so this morning I told myself I had to try. Just put my shoes on and go do my best, even if it’s just a little bit. There is also a coffee shop down the street
Jog – 15min.
Distance – 1km – estimate only. ( forgot to bring my new pedometer)
Today’s Weight – 211.3
I also love sunday’s becuase it’s the day I get my produce and plan my meals, make my salads. I only had $15 with me and I successfully bought enough food to make meals for the next three days.
I finally got home to make breakfast. I thought this little experiment would taste more like pumpkin pie in a bowl…
I soon realized that it’s not the pumpkin that makes the pie taste so good, it’s the sugar, cream and buttery crust. All the ingredients I purposely didn’t include, making my breakfast version a glorified adult baby food. Not disgustingly horrible, just bland. Bland I can work with. It’s a great start becuase it’s filling, to the point of satifying and not stuffed, and only 2 pts.