Mr. Squirrel re-enacts my four-cup coffee consumption during an interview this morning.
Trent Reznor allegedly didn't care much for his song "The Perfect Drug," but it's one of the many tunes I've downloaded this week for Brad.
Opting out of buying a separate MP3 player, I've been using B, my iPhone, at the gym. Not that I've been there lately -- Thursday was my most recent visit (although I ran eight miles on Saturday outside, woohoo!).
Speaking of drugs, I'm becoming addicted to caffeine again. Having gone five or six weeks without drinking anything with caffeine in it, including my beloved Diet Coke, I fell off the wagon and have spent the past week consuming copious amounds of the C word.
This morning, during an interview with the lovely Jill Solomon at Mimi's Cafe, I drank at least four cups of coffee. Two hours later, my hands were visibly shaking, and my mind was racing faster than it usually does. But, DANG do I get stuff accomplished!
Still, I've identified a downside to caffeine, at least for me. I go longer without eating, then make BAD decisions. Loathe as I am to admit this, I've been to the vending machine twice in as many hours -- first for a bag of cheddar-sour cream Baked Lays, the second for a bag of Cheez-Its. I have a thing for salty orange things, apparently.
It also didn't help that I ate an orange (the actual fruit, no salt) and a small handful of almonds for breakfast vs. the usual oatmeal or scrambled egg whites. My ONLY saving grace, if it's even that saving, is that I've been drinking water. Just took a sip from liter No. 3, thanks.
So my lesson for today, kids, is that I need to get my lazy butt to the gym in the morning, if not for Kiminatrix's yoga class at 6:30 a.m., then for some cardio by 7(ish) -- four to five miles on the treadmill oughta do it. Then, I'll actually eat breakfast, pack a healthy lunch and snacks, and go about my day in the fashion I'm accustomed to -- a fashion that led to those 20 pounds I've lost and, praise the Lord above, kept off by some Miracle Whip. Oh, and starting now, MUCH LESS CAFFEINE! (But that Starbucks gift card is burnin' a hole in my wallet. Thank goodness they sell CDs there.)
I'm not going to divulge everything I ate over the weekend, as it'll be more boring than usual. But a "highlight" was some spinach dip I hogged up at a friend's house Saturday night, followed Sunday night by a trip to Village Inn with E and Jules after the roller derby for one of those artery-clogging skillet things with chicken-fried steak and -- sweet Santa on a cracker -- pancakes. What the freak did I need to have a concoction of eggs, cheese, fried meat and Hollandaise sauce AND a dang stack of pancakes??? It took 90 minutes or so Saturday to burn 1,000+ calories running Riverside, and only 20 minutes to eat at least twice that amount the following night. Stupid ain't just a Sarah McLachlan song, y'all.
In lieu of beating myself up about it, though, I'm identifying triggers and avoiding them. Staying up late, for example, isn't conducive to waking up early and working out. So I'll be in bed EARLY the rest of the week as I did throughout my successful month of February. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me, would ya?
I've rambled enough, and you're a peach to have read even a word of it. It's a gorgeous day, and I hope you're out there enjoying it.
Peace, love and salty orange things ... XOXO
