Happy Monday! These are iPhone photos—I forgot my camera, sorry. But, I have to say, the quality has VASTLY improved over my old phone.
Lunch. Unpictured spinach, canteloupe/pineapple, yogurt:
And some homemade wheat bread with a little homemade PB:
Since the wedding…I confess, I’ve been lacking in the exercise motivation department. I truly have been busy trying to get our lives back in order, but I decided today I needed to make a triumphant return to the gym. I KNOW I like working out once I’m there, but getting there is half the battle—especially after work.
So I employed a little external motivation. I wore two pieces of meaningful workout gear.
Silly, maybe, but sometimes you literally need the reason you’re hauling your butt to the gym plastered across your forehead (and boobs).
In other news, I am pretty sure Bondi Bands are the best thing ever. Mine held my new short hair back perfectly for my entire workout, and it wasn’t ugly!
Anyway. I went to the gym and decided I wanted to do three miles of run/walk intervals. (Yes, I can still run three miles. I wanted to walk in an attempt to break my custom orthotics in gently.) I did a 5 minutes-5 minutes walk-run split and finished in about 35 minutes.
BUT GUESS WHAT. My feet are blistering again. In the arches. Yup. Custom orthotics? Not impressed. I am going to go to the running store and get a new pair of WIDE running shoes and hope for the best—the only shoes I didn’t blister in were wides (unfortunately they also gave me horrible shin splints because they were a stability shoe). I am going to buy WIDE, NEUTRAL shoes, preferably New Balances because of the big toe box, and cross my fingers.
The good news is that I had no ankle, shin, hip, or knee pain, so at least the orthotics are keeping things properly aligned.
In other news, I have had hummus on the brain. I had to make a special trip to Target after work today.
Holy delicious. I now want to bathe in hummus. And black beans.
Another rave? The Lucy shorts I bought this weekend are fabulous. Comfy, don’t ride, a big-thighed-girl’s dream. Well worth the price thus far!
Anyway, I’m off. Have a fabulous night!