Alright. It’s come to a point where I’ve admitted that something has to give.
I haven’t blogged about this because it isn’t the sort of thing I really enjoy writing about, but: I’m holding on to a couple of extra pounds right now and I’m kinda ready to say 23 skidoo to them.
I’m not going to waste any time and energy whining about how unfair it is that they are there. I mean, it’s like five pounds. And I know why they are there. They are there because my running mileage is down and I have a fondness for potato chips. You probably know this by now.
At various points over the last few weeks, I’ve fleetingly entertained the idea of taking action. And by that I mean: giving up something (or category of things) that I enjoy consuming.
Booze? Not going to happen. (Although I have cut back. You may have noticed that I don’t do the TODAY’S DRINK thing anymore.)
Bread? Nuh-uh, no way. I love bread and it’s freaking everywhere and way too hard to avoid.
Candy? I don’t eat much candy anyway, so this wouldn’t do much good.
Ice cream? You may as well stab me to death with a dull pencil. It’s summertime, dammit. I will eat ice cream.
Then, on Sunday afternoon, the hubs came come from running some errands with a bag of McDonald’s french fries.
I don’t even remember what else was happening at the time, because within moments I was happily plucking those salty little sticks of heaven from their bright red carton, dragging them through the ketchup pile, and popping them into my mouth. I love deep fried potatoes. In fact, I love just about anything deep fried. (Except pickles.)
And, you know what? Most things that are deep fried taste pretty decent grilled, broiled or baked, too.
I found my sacrifice.
So while generally speaking I am not a fan of food vows, I’m making one: no more fried foods. Not this summer. Not until the first day of autumn. At which point I will hopefully be able to pick up my running mileage again and not have to worry as much about this little gut.
I have no idea whether this will actually make a difference, but I think it’s worth a shot. Right?
So, in an immediate attempt to replace the craving, I kicked things off tonight by making grilled fries. While they weren’t as good as the red carton, they were pretty damn tasty:
(With an open-faced “caprese sandwich”…grilled marinated chicken, tomatoes, fresh mozzarella and greens on toasted sourdough with a balsamic reduction. OMG.)
And at least I don’t have to give up TEH BOOZE!
From Rabbit Ridge Winery in Paso Robles, this Le Lapin “Ingenuity” White blend is indeed a smart wine. A blend of Sauv Blanc, Chenin Blanc and Pinot Grigio, this wine was light, crisp and easy to sip! Green apples, grapefruit and a bit of apricot dominated, making it a great bottle to sip while nibbling on something fruity.
(Or while plowing through a plate of grill fries.)
Bottom line: Get it! A very nice summertime wine at a great price. (Purchased at Whole Foods, $8.)
And finally, here are some boring running stats…for the last two weeks, since apparently I never posted them last week. (Oops.)
Week of 6/27 to 7/3:M – 50 min easy (~5.5 M) Tu – 30 min easy (~3.4 M) W – AM: Tempo run on TM, 3 M, 22:45 (7:35 pace); PM: 55 min easy (~6 mi) Th – 45 min easy (~5 mi) F – HEAT workout (strength + TM intervals) plus run to and from studio: overall 5.5 mi (43:30, 7:53 pace) Sa – OFF Su – Easy run w/hubs (1:17, ~8 mi, 9:45 pace)
Total: 37 miles
Week of 7/4 to 7/10:M – OFF (Hike in Asheville) Tu – 30 min easy (~3.4 M) + core class W – Godiva track meet, 3K race + WU/CD, 5 miles total. Th – 50 min easy (~5.5 mi) F – HEAT workout, strength + TM intervals, total 3.5 mi Sa – 10 miles long on hills (1:35, ~9:30 pace) Su – 5.5 easy (treadmill, 45:00, 8:11 pace) Total: 33 miles
Aaaaand I’m off to bed because something possessed me to sign up for the 6 AM “Tread + Shred” TRX class tomorrow morning at 6 AM at HEAT.
I might actually die.
At least if I vomit, it will be homemade grilled Yukon fries and not that Mickey D’s shit. I’m sure that will be a lot more appealing to every else in the class.