Yesterday I weighed in and discovered I've lost 9.2kg since the beginning of December 2010. Rock on with my bad shrinking self! I was a bit bummed that with just 100g more I could have hit my 10% bodyweight loss goal, but I'll save that for next week. Another 800g and it's 10kg of lard gone. Hell yeah!
I had grilled snapper and pasta for lunch yesterday at around 12.30pm (when I should have been on the train), as I had to swim 1.6km before work yesterday afternoon and needed the carbs. The fact that I ate so close to my swim is a bit naughty, but it's only a small lunch and I needed it. I usually don't get to eat again until heck knows when - usually until I get home around 10pm, so I pack a few things in my training bag to keep me going post-swim and pre-work. Sometimes I also grab a coffee before I catch the train to the pool, as I love my coffee and it's been proven that caffeine, protein and carbs before a workout are effective - not just for helping you go harder for longer.
On the subject of nutrition, I picked up a health and fitness magazine over the weekend and was reading it on the train home from work yesterday. I was annoyed by an article in it which stated that if you get muscle cramps during exercise, you should take the following electrolytes: sodium, calcium and potassium. What's wrong with this? Well, the last time I checked, calcium is a mineral, not an electrolyte. EPIC FAIL!
What happened to proof reading, fact checking and sub-editing?
To the best of my knowledge calcium has little or no effect on muscle cramping, and I'm sure they have it confused with magnesium. I've never seen a sports drink, gel or endurance product with calcium added to it, and while I cannot profess to have tried them all, I have tried many in my quest to find ones with little or no fructose, due to my fructose malapsorption. Giving people incorrect information is dangerous, negligent and downright unprofessional - I will be writing an email to the editor to have them publish a retraction or correction as this is really bad.
Now that I'm off my soapbox, I can't believe it's past 1pm on my day off. So far, I've done a bit of grocery shopping, got a coffee and date scone for breaky, done the laundry (two loads, groan...), been to the post office and had a psychic reading. A psychic reading you gasp? Yep. It's market day in the village and the pyschics are out. I was walking past and though heck, I've always wanted to do this and now's as good a time as any.
Basically, she said I haven't quite shifted the dark cloud from a previous job (correct) where there was a man who made people so nervous their tummies got upset (at times, yes), my grandad apparently appeared and was telling her I wasn't riding my bike enough (totally correct, I am still anxious about road riding when I don't know my way around and I still don't like my cleats), and that a new blonde friend will come into my life soon who will be heaps of fun (we'll see).
She also said something about a blue triangle, needing fresh yellow flowers in my apartment and my current job being a springboard to a higher level of employment (darn right!). So, taking all this with a 10kg bag of salt, and having not said much to her until the end of the session, I'll consider what she said and keep an eye out for that new blonde friend, while I am riding my bike more on the road.
This afternoon it's off up the road to do a few errands, then back for some serious study. I have a number of assignments to get in this week and I need to focus. I've got a MT bike session to do as well, and I need to tidy the house, put away the washing and cook dinner. I think I need a house husband - or at least a maid. When I get full time PT hours, I am so getting a cleaner! I work around 22 hours a week, train around 10 hours a week and when you add in travel time, there's no time for anything else. Days off rapidly become days on with cleaning, washing, cooking, study, assignments, naps, training, eating, sleeping, more training, more naps and more errands!
Right, off to find that blue triangle. Ciao!
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