I’ve had two cups of coffee with sugar-free hazelnut creamer (also the tits), a breakfast of my trainer’s competition prep pancakes, and tons of ounces of water. It’s now 8:39am and yes. I’m already hungry. The struggle.
A big chunk of yesterday was spent with my amazingly supportive boyfriend prepping meals for the week. I’m missing a few end-of-the-week meals because I didn’t plan my shopping properly, but I’ll get that ironed out for next week. Hopefully. It also turns out that I bought too much chicken and steak because I got the number of ounces in a pound wrong (for the record: it’s 16 ounces, not 8). I need more veggies, some grapefruit, some tilapia and some more Tupperware containers. Right now I have a Cool Whip container in my fridge holding bland chicken and boiled potatoes. What a cruel disappointment for my brain and stomach.
So what was my Last Meal? How about my last day of food:
Breakfast (at 2:30pm following a “last night, best night”-style drinking sesh) was an omelette with peppers and onions. And American cheese and bacon and ketchup and salt and two slices of buttered white toast.
Dinner? A delicious pork chop with two helpings of rice and beans.
Dessert: a bowl of Friendly’s Vienna Mocha Chunk ice cream. Followed an hour later by a bowl of Friendly’s Vienna Mocha Chunk ice cream with chocolate syrup.
I regret nothing.
Later today it's Chest/Shoulders/Tris plus another 20 minutes of cardio. And possible another cup of coffee.
Body Check-In for this, the 28 day of July in the Year of our Lord 2015:
Weight: 171.8 lbs
Calf: 14”
Thigh: 24.2”
Hips: 42"
Waist: 34”
Bicep: 13”
Chest: 39”
Here’s to seeing improvement and knowing this will all be worth it in the end.