Salmon & Broccoli

Last night I had salmon and broccoli for dinner and remembered how much I enjoy eating clean and healthy. It's so very easy to forget.

Apparently Jason had a discussion with his co-workers yesterday in which they asked what I generally cook and he said "Salmon and broccoli." Then he came home and asked me what was for dinner. Why, salmon and broccoli of course. Which is funny since we haven't had salmon for a couple of weeks and in between I've made chicken and turkey and such. I do like me some salmon and broccoli, though. And I've convinced Jason with the magic roasting of the broccoli and then sprinkling it with parmesan and lemon juice that broccoli is awesome, despite his claims that he did not like broccoli one bit. I'm sorry, but if you're married to me and I'm doing the cooking, you have to eat broccoli. I like it too much to only cook occasionally.

While we're on the subject, I think I'm pretty lucky that I actually LIKE healthy foods. Broccoli has always been one of my favorite foods, as have sweet potatoes with just a bit of cinnamon) and cauliflower. And in my mind there's nothing like a nice big salad. I like the way they taste, and I feel good after eating them.

I wish there was some way that I could remember these things when diving headfirst into a sugar binge.

Sugar Detox Number Four Hundred Seventy-Seven

Once again, I am off the sugar. This weekend we went to Cheesecake Factory with a gift card and split a piece of pumpkin cheesecake and it was divine, but now I'm done (until Thanksgiving).

Last week I bought some Halloween candy on sale and proceeded to have a few pieces every day. And Jason made an apple pie last Sunday so we had some of that with ice cream for dessert for a few nights. I walked to work a few days, but haven't been to the gym in too long, especially considering the $46 a month it costs.

Last week I noticed that I felt kind of yucky a lot of the time, in direct proportion to the amount of sugar I had eaten that day. It's time to get this monkey off my back (Yes, it is very similar to heroin in my life).

No sugar today so far, and my head is achey. At least I'm familiar with this process and know that by Wednesday I will feel FANTASTIC. But not today.

I need some motivation. A friend emailed me and asked for this blog address again because she needed some inspiration (Hi, Donna!) and I thought to myself, bwahahahahaha! I mean, when she knew me in Chicago, I weighed about 40 pounds more than I do now, so I suppose that whole aspect might be a little inspiring. But I feel like a giant lazy bones lately, with no desire to go to the gym. Maybe feeling fantastic with no sugar in my system will help with the motivation.

Also, reading articles like this one don't help with the whole desire to go to the gym. More reason to get off the sugar, I suppose.

Fine Then

Yesterday I woke up and my eye was all red.

I finally admitted defeat and went to the doctor. Now I am armed with eye drops and an antibiotic and I'm all set to get well already.

And Still Sick...

So I'm still sick. This cold seems to just bounce back and forth from one nostril to the other with no sign of leaving. My voice sounds so bad that the other day a client who I was talking to on the phone told me I should go home. I don't feel that awful, just not up to my best, I'm tired, and my voice sounds totally thrashed.

I feel so pretty!

My eating has been middling. What that means is I'm having a treat here and there leading up to the whole Halloween thing, but overall I'm eating healthy. I wish I had taken better advantage of those scant few weeks in between the bronchitis and this cold and worked out more. I'm feeling doughy. Bleh.

Once I finally get well, I'll be back in the game. Here's hoping I'm able to kick off November with a bang.

Go Figure

So I've been eating crap, not eating as regularly since I got back to work because I'm so busy, not exercising, and yet my freshly-washed jeans are loose (I'm almost exposing my belly a bit today. Note: need longer shirts.)

Huh.

No gym this morning because I woke up with a pounding sinus headache. One side of my face is feeling a lot of pressure today.

I don't know what is going on with my immune system this year. For the past 10 years or so, I have hardly been sick. Jason has had a couple of severe colds since we met 4 years ago and I've had no problem getting close to him and taking care of him because I never caught anything. When I was younger I was a mess of bronchitis and regular bouts of strep throat (I had strep 7 times one year!). I have just assumed that I got out all my being sick when I was little and now I'm immune to everything.

Only this year that has not been the case. Let us review:

1. In February I got the flu, which not only pulled me out of work for 2 1/2 days (unheard of!), but led to a cough severe enough to crack a rib, putting me out of commission for several weeks.
2. In August I got bronchitis, which derailed my workout momentum and made hiking an absolute misery. Finally recovered enough lung capacity to work out sometime in September.
3. Tuesday morning I woke up with that soreish feeling in the back of my throat that I implicitly know is the precursor to sickness. I've been in denial as I've been blowing my nose for the past few days, and except for the headache and pressure this morning, it hasn't been too bad. I'm hoping the strength of positive thinking will keep this cold from taking hold.

My office building is offering flu shots next week and I think I may get one. Not H1N1, just the regular flu shot. I never get a flu shot, but am thinking maybe I should since my immune system is such crap lately.

Silence

Sorry for the radio silence. I've been out of town. And a slacker. My birthday was Saturday and I had lots of ice cream this weekend.

Unlike prior years, I will be continuing my working out post-birthday. We took the red eye last night, so I think tomorrow I will need to sleep in a bit. But Friday, I'll be at the gym. And if the weather cooperates, I'll walk to work too.

Alanna Asked...

No, I didn't get to the gym this morning.

But here's my excuse. Ready?

A car alarm woke me up at 4:09 (yes, I looked at my clock). There is this car in my neighborhood whose alarm goes off ALL THE TIME. Big truck goes by: alarm. Bee flies by: alarm. It goes off pretty much every night. I've gotten good about sleeping through it, but last night there was an added perk. Along with the alarm, the horn was blaring. A constant, piercing bleat in the night.

It woke Jason and I up, and Tiny woke up and went running around the apartment crazily, virtually begging us to make it stop. I decided that if it went on for 15 minutes, I would call the cops. Someone beat me to it. About 13 minutes in, Jason looked out the window and saw a cop car sitting next to a parking lot across the street and shining its light on an SUV with two guys running around it in boxer shorts. At least it woke the owners up too.

I seriously wish someone would just steal that car already and put us all out of our misery.

Of course, then I was all riled up and couldn't get back to sleep for an hour. So I walked to work. It was a perfect crisp fall morning. Lovely.