So the old adage goes, if you want to make God laugh, make plans? Or something. I'm too lazy to look it up.
I left you after my Body Pump workout. Blood sugar problems after a clot, yadda yadda. Thursday, I awaken to legs that didn't belong to me. Legs that had been obviously beaten with a tree trunk and then runover with a pick-up truck. Legs that I was going to have to use to run. I mean, I had made a Facebook running date. I can't break that, right?
I did my normal routine of eating peanut butter whole wheat toast and coffee with my new fave supplement, GNC Meta-Ignite. It seems to give me that extra "oompf" just when I need it (ie, about half-way through my workout). I'm always super pumped at the beginning and end of just about every workout, but that middle is tough for me. Meta-Ignite really seems to give me an edge, particularly yesterday as I was not excited at all to do any form of physical exercise ESPECIALLY exercise using my poor, abused legs.
I have no clue what I did at pump to warrant this pain.
Anyway, I was at the designated meeting spot 5 minutes early. 5 minutes later, I took off. SOLO. (Turned out it was a miscommunication, no big deal. She thought I meant next Thursday). I had planned to do 5. Meta-Ignite planned to do 15. We compromised and I did 6.2.
I ran the course of my June 9th race - a very hilly course - and beat my former time by 7 minutes. Did I mention I love Meta-Ignite?
Nevermind the fact that all of yesterday, I cried every time I had to move from sitting to standing and whimpered at every staircase. I had one of the *BEST* runs I've ever had.
My blood sugar? Not so much. I bounced all over the place yesterday. One of the things I failed to mention is that I love carbohydrates. I love bread, chocolate, chips, yogurt, fruit. Mmmm. But they really shoot my sugars to hell, so I do my best to avoid them and eat boring things like chicken and eggs and salads. Don't get me wrong, I love all that stuff, too but if you were to place a delightful salad with oodles of carrots, cucumbers, chicken, avocado and all that yumminess in front of me and ask me to choose between a huge salad and a sliver of a brownie? I'd choose the brownie. No contest.
Anyway, like I mentioned, I can't eat that stuff. But I crave it, want it, yearn for it all.the.time. So yesterday, because I was feeling so sorry for myself and all the pain and tears, I allowed myself to have some Doritos. And 3 mini-Hershey bars. And a sandwich. YES, I ate bread yesterday. White bread. The unholiest of the unholy.
And I suffered. My blood sugars were in the 260s-300s for most of the day yesterday. I also skipped out on my evening p90x workout. I think if I had done it, my legs would have fired me and found a nicer runner to work with. As for the glucose, I finally reined them back in today around noon. I ate an egg white omelet for breakfast (blood sugars hovered around 150-250 this morning). A salad with ham for lunch (blood sugars hovered around 150). And I will be eating a steak and some steamed broccoli for dinner (right now, prior to dinner, I'm hanging at 117).
Today, I slept in. I have been so exhausted lately that I needed the extra 90 minutes this morning. I'm hoping to get the p90x yoga in tonight but I've had a really bad day and a glass of wine is screaming my name. I may yogahhh then wine. That is what I plan to do, but I hope I don't jinx this one...
BTW, 11 burpees done. In heels. At the office (stuck late on a Friday).