Penance for an off day...

The Carpenter's had it right, mostly.  I actually enjoy a good rainy day.

Yesterday--Monday--was a tough one.

I woke up later than intended and didn't get in a morning run, and the heat and humidity later in the day made it easy to take a pass then as well..

I was doing pretty well with my eating throughout the day, probably eating more carrots than I actually should have.  If you eat to many carrots, will your skin turn orange?  But I felt hungry.  Whole wheat pasta is supposed to help you fill fuller with less on account of the fiber content, right?  I thought so too, so that's what I made for dinner.  And all that I had eaten up to that point came right in close to my total recommended calorie intake for the day.  Except I was still hungry.

And I had a coupon for a free chicken sandwich at Chick-fil-a!

I should have put that darn thing through the shredder!

Cause I drove to the Chick-fil-a and got myself a free chicken sandwich (and waffle fries and a fruit punch).

And a guilty conscience with some self-recrimination for dessert.

I'll tell you why I don't like Mondays!


So, what did I tell McCade at my training session this morning?  "You got to make me hurt this morning, McCade!"  I knew it was time to bump up the intensity some, but I felt like I needed to work extra hard to make up for the trip to Chick-fil-a.  I'll be darned if he didn't take me serious, too!

The speed and incline were both increased on my hill-repeats and extra weight was added to most of my weight training exercises.  I had to step off the belt on the treadmill a couple of times to catch my breath, and McCade had to "assist" me with a couple of the final reps on one or two or the weight exercises.  I can lift my arms above my shoulders now, but for a while there this morning it was a difficult task.


Did I really consider this morning's workout as a type of penance?  Not so much.  Like I said before--I knew I needed to bump up the intensity of my workouts some or I'd simply plateau.  But maybe I did a little bit because while nobody expects perfection day in and day out with this challenge, I expect myself to have a little more control over my response to "perceived" hunger pangs.