Morning Mash Up

Mar 1

I’m 56 and if I want a piece of toast with honey on it dipped in my morning coffee (no judging its a childhood thing) then damn it - I shall have one.

I shall have it!

I’m supposed to be tracking my food. For healthy reasons, not for starvation purposes - in case you were wondering. Somehow, between age 40 and now, my body decided to boycott all rational responses to calorie intake of any kind.

It’s all about finding the sweet spot. The balance.

There’s a fine line between eating to sustain the required nutrients and 14 tons of protein daily while still enjoying a meal. Not to mention all the things we are told to exclude, you know, the usual suspects like carbs, sugar, starch, processed, blah blah. It’s exhausting. To be honest, it makes my head explode, especially with this OCD thing I have going on. Too many details and I short-circuit. It just becomes all too daunting.

Fuck it, sorry Coach Kim.. (Just kidding i adore you)

I’m doing my workouts, though, so there’s that. I’m thinking that all the shovelling I do also counts as a workout, no?

I live on a vast and frigid flatland 7 months out of the year, and it only seems to dump multiple inches of snow when my husband is away.

There’s also walking the dogs and a lot of vacuuming. I’m gonna count those as workouts too.

So technically, if I miss a workout, did I really miss a workout?

This is how my brain operates.

Girl math works in mysterious ways.

These are all things I am pondering before 9 am on a Sunday.

Should I be committed? Perhaps, but not before my morning toast and honey.