Weekend wrapup…
So Saturday was Sprint day. My oldest son was here, so he timed me. The sprints (read: jog) that used to take about 60 seconds, I am now doing in 15 and 16 seconds! 6 sprints with about 60 second rests between, except for between #4 and #5, had to take about a 2 minute rest (needed to catch my breath). My son, who played football, showed me a trick…lift my arms and put my hands behind my head. It helped…he said it opened up my lungs. I was bending over with my hands on my knees and he said that was closing my lungs off. He was right. After my sprints, he suggested I try to bench press some weight. I did six reps with the just the bar (45 pounds) and then he added 10 pounds on each side and I did six reps with the 65 pounds. I got to talk to him about what I was doing. I told him my goal was to do a pull-up eventually. He did a few in front of me and said, you’ll never do it if you don’t try. Well, he didn’t laugh at my attempts…I’ll keep trying!
Breakfast: Eggs cooked in coconut oil, mixed fruit
Lunch: Ham, dates, pecans
Dinner: Toppings off four slices of pizza and one thin crust edge (yeah…)
Sunday, I washed and folded clothes all day and cooked. Waited for the husband to get home from work so that we could watch the Saints game. I was supposed to do cardio, but somehow never got around to it. I realized it after all the celebration once the Saints won. So I did an arm workout with weights at nearly 11:00 pm so that I didn’t break my challenge.
Breakfast: Sausage, mixed fruit
Lunch: Ham, pecan, dates
Snack: Chips and salsa
Dinner: Rump roast (seasoned, seared on the stove in coconut oil, then dumped into the crock pot with onions, garlic, a little soy sauce, Chinese 5 spice and some grated ginger root – cooked all day), smothered okra and beets
Snack: 2 margaritas
I think, beginning February 1, I am going to try to give up the alcohol (at least for a while) and lower my fruit intake. I need to plan better. I need to up my veggie intake. I need to get closer to 100%, which is hard when you live with non-primal people. The chips and salsa call me and I can’t stop them from buying the stuff. They only buy them for special occasions (like the recent football playoffs) and then no one eats it, it just sits there. As of right now, there are no chips and salsa in the house. At least I know, I’ll be good this week.
