Today, I am getting ready to do my Kenpo for this week. I know that I usually write after my workout but today I am going for variety. I write first. Today I finish round two of workouts and then dive into my second recovery week on Tuesday. I feel awesome, maybe too awesome. Over the last three days I’ve found myself cutting some corners when eating. I’ve been a bit too relaxed, and have been eating a bit more junk. I haven’t been really bad because I still find myself eating smaller portions than I used to. Case in point, I went to dinner with my sister and her three kids (and my four… our respective spouses weren’t there, more on why mine was out shortly). We went to an Italian place. They brought out the garlic bread to start. This is not something I should eat, but I had a slice. Normally I have 4 or 5. We ordered pizza. Normally I have 4 slices (or more). I had only one slice… the smallest slice. My main meal was going to be a Chicken Caesar Salad. I ate all the chicken, but only ate about half the salad. I was remarkably satisfied with the amount I ate, even though I ate only about a third of what I normally would have eaten. The truth is that NONE of what I ate is on my list of what I should be eating. (Is anyone aware of how much fat there is in Caesar salad dressing… as much as in 3 slices of pizza! OUCH). See, I can say I was good, relatively speaking, but I need to make sure I eat a bit better at least for these next six weeks to see what I could really look like if I stay really strict with myself.
This week should be interesting, though, because I will be going it alone. My wife left this morning for a conference in Orlando which means that I will be running this madhouse with the four kids in it all by myself. They poop me out when she’s around, so imagine what it’ll be like without her here! But I know I’ll survive. If I could continue my routine with my injured foot, then I could do it while holding down the fort alone. Nothing great is ever accomplished without some adversity. I’ll stare this situation down, and I’ll be coming out ahead!!!
So, I’m off to punch and kick!! I’ll be sweating my butt off, but I’ll be happy when it’s over knowing that I will have finished day number 48 without issue, and that day 49 tomorrow will be even easier because it’ll be my rest day. Then it will be only 41 more days. My sister in law already told me that i look 5 years younger! And my daughter was asking me where all the flab on my midsection went. I’ll tell you where it went… I X’ed it outta here!! HA! Now let me go so I can kick my way to health.
HA-YA! (That’s a karate sound, me-thinks)