Sunday, May 20, 2012
I have a very bad habit of overestimating the amount of calories burned in a 5K. Yes, I am pushing myself, but no, I am not burning 1000 calories in 30 minutes.
This afternoon was the Girls on the Run banquet. "Banquet," I should write - pizza and cake. Well, now that I type that, it *is* kind of a dream meal for me. But anyway... Brad and I don't get pizza at home; he's always cooking (yum!) when he's home, and there are always leftovers in the fridge when he's not. Take-out is *maybe* once every two months for us. So pizza was a treat today. Two slices -YUM. At the end of the banquet, one of the girls took half a pizza and gave me the other half. I thought this was a great idea until I got home. Brad loves to cook for me, and before I left this afternoon he commented on the good job I was doing as far as eating and working out. Dammit.
So I came home, promptly took the pizza out of the car, and threw it in the trash. Not the trash in the house, the trash in the garage. I didn't even unlock the door. And while I was a little sad (yes, I actually was sad about pizza) I thought about how good I'd feel when I ate my salad and taco for dinner. Besides, I got myself a little ice cream sweet for later - Tahitian vanilla bean gelato and fresh strawberries. Yum!
I am not above enjoying a beer, however. It's a good night for a beer. Kind of humid, no breeze... a good night for the back deck.
Rest of the night:
- fold some laundry
- pack tomorrow's lunch
- relax! I've been really busy this weekend.