As I'm walking into the gym yesterday to meet with Ashley for my 5:30 training session, my phone rings. Ashley says that she is so sorry, but she is stuck in traffic after an appointment in Lexington. She won't be able to get back in time to meet with me, and she already had to cancel her 5:00 appointment. Inside, my muscles are all doing a little (actually, a HUGE) cheer, thanking Lexington traffic for the day off.
Honestly, though, I was getting excited about trying my hand a second time with Ashley. I had taken her advice to heart - I consumed an ungodly amount of water (94.8 ounces!) and made sure to eat a nutrient-dense breakfast and lunch. However, I can't credit the food to me - I'd still be eating a McDonald's hamburger if it weren't for Home Cuisine. So, the news from Ashley about having to reschedule was a little bittersweet.
I was already at the gym and had put my things in a locker, and I wasn't going to just walk back out and look like a lazy bum. The head fitness trainer instructed me to hop on the elliptical machine for 20 minutes, and I re-scheduled with Ashley for Friday at 5. Please be informed that I will be hitting the gym with my relentless, albeit lovely, personal trainer two days in a row - Friday at 5 and Saturday at 11. Yikes! Somebody better have a wheelchair ready on Saturday afternoon!
I was beyond proud of myself for keeping a steady pace on the elliptical for 20 minutes; I haven't gone that long on a machine in about a year. My toned-down workout helped me work up a sweat and increase my heart rate, but my muscles were still getting a bit of a break. Regardless, I came home and was starving. I was excited for dinner until I remembered what I was having: that itty-bitty lasagna.
I bucked up, warmed the lasagna up, and pulled it out of the microwave. It smelled like it was going to be pretty awesome, I can't lie. I stuck my fork into the lasagna, and expected to pull out part of a noodle. Instead, the layers were broken up by slices of zucchini and squash. Can someone please tell me how something can be called lasagna without pasta?! Anywho, I ate part of the vegetables and cheese (I'm not going to call it lasagna - sorry I'm not sorry), and it was good. I was a little disappointed since I did expect a slice of lasagna, but I ate half of it anyway. My tastebuds are pretty well "American-ized"; pasta-less lasagna doesn't fall in that category. So, half of the food went in my stomach, and half went in the trash. I ate a small salad with less than a tablespoon of dressing to compensate for what I didn't eat.
The potato chips in the pantry continued to taunt me, so I was in bed reading a book at 9:00, far too early for me to call it bedtime. I'm getting a little break today since it's snowing outside - my little car and snow have never been friends. I'm prepared for Friday's session, but I can't promise I'll be as jazzed for Saturday.
Sorry for the longer post, but the lasagna has been a hot topic around the office, so I figured I'd be as detailed as possible :)
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