Tuesdays and Wednesdays I workout crazy early. At least to me it is crazy early. Basically any time that interferes with a time that I COULD be sleeping, is crazy early. Or perhaps I am just plain crazy for working out and forgoing sleep.
The bummer about my 5:45 Wednesday class is that the studio gets very full very quickly. In order to get a spot on the floor, I aim to get there by 5:35 am. The basketball court where the class gathers on Tuesdays at 6 am is more spacious.
The silver lining when I lost my license for 7 weeks a few years ago is that I discovered these early workout classes. (A neighbor agreed to drive my sorry ass to workout, but she worked out very early). Have you not read about all the no-license stuff? It was one of those things . . . not funny in the moment, but time plus a few blogging posts, and bam - turns out it was pretty comical. Check it out here, here, here, here, here, and here. There are layers and lots of stories associated with my temporary loss of driving privileges.
Getting back to my severe hunger mode . . . we did a ladder workout on Wednesday. The instructor told us to do 25 crunches and 25 push ups and then run a few laps. She added 5 increments each time and eventually decreased the amount we were doing. Thus moving down the ladder. I think we moved back up the ladder too, but everything started to blur. I mentioned - this was early in the morning, right? By the time we were done she estimated that we completed 150 push ups.
I am NOT a fan of push ups. I am also not a fan of instructors that announce 'work at your own pace'. I am in pretty decent shape, but I was always the last one to finish a set of exercises. It's not like anyone waited for me to finish, so I was in constant catch-up mode. Yes, that means that I shaved off a few push ups here and there. Sue me.
A workout like that is great, except that I can't find enough to fill my pie hole for the rest of the day. Yeah, yeah - I know protein. I start there but could easily swallow my kids' entire stash of hostess products. Total no-no for me.
Since being diagnosed with Celiac disease on a very dark day in May of 2015, I have the occasional situation when I just want to eat something on the 'OFF LIMITS' list. Yesterday was one of those days. I will be honest. It sucked.
I realized late in the day that I hadn't eaten my afternoon apple. Shoot. How could I have skipped such a treat?
People, I have early morning gluten free oatmeal loaded with craisins and granola so I can pretend it doesn't taste like baby food. Then I have scrambled eggs and a grapefruit. I make a kick ass cob salad for lunch and chase that with a yogurt. Late afternoon I award myself with an apple. I was dipping it in peanut butter until that started to show on the scale. Dinner is usually meat, potatoes, and veggies.
|This is now in my freezer. |
I have eaten gluten free pizza before.
It makes no sense to save the leftovers.
Leftover gluten free pizza tastes like dirt.
Exciting stuff. See why I occasionally get desperate for MORE?
Good or bad, while in severe starvation mode I ran to Costco. They were sampling gluten free pizza. I generally don't eat gluten free pizza or pasta or anything that isn't gluten free naturally, but I sampled it. It was tasty and I fell into the Costco trap and bought it. On Good Friday a few weeks ago, I ate a salad while surrounded by the awesome aroma of pizza that the rest of the family was stuffing in their faces. Instant grumpy mommy.
Well bad-mood-from-hating-my-food no more.
|Look for this box in |
your Costco freezer.
I don't get any $
for endorsing this -
just the satisfaction
that I've introduced
and healthy to other
gluten free eaters.
Eddie is the health food guru in these parts. He inspected the box and gave me a thumbs up. He was impressed that one muffin didn't count for like 98% of daily carbs or anything sneaky like that. I still had the crumbs on my face from inhaling my second muffin in 2 minutes, when I asked for his blessing . . . 'Is it a big deal if I eat like 2 in a day?' Eddie forbid it. Damn.
|Muffin nutrition label. |
Main ingredient is zucchini.
I mean when you kick yourself for forgetting your apple treat, you know you are just too damn deprived. Thanks to another blogger (themorethemessier), I have been indulging lately on Senor Rico rice puddings. Probably not great for my waistline, but it's done wonders for my disposition.
The kids know to keep their mitts off of my stash of generously over-sized 'single' servings of rice pudding. They cross me and their Hostess supplier will cut them off!
|This is a mighty generous portion of rice pudding.|
Not that I'm complaining!