Monday 5/16: Paleo Challenge Day 1 ... I can do this!

Today is a rest day since I’m on a 2:1 schedule for another 2 weeks... better to work smart than hard... I’m improving so no need to mess things up.

	Breakfast @ 09:27  1 tbs - almond butter 1.5c - kale salad accented with red onion, avocado, and red peppers 3-egg (2 yolk) egg scramble with a handful of spinach 20oz black coffee ... it’s not strict, but will be my only dose each day
	Mid-day Snack @ 12:21  A handful of dried cherries... I could eat these all day and are arguably my favorite snack 1l nalgene of water with lemon wedge
	Lunch @ 14:22  2c broccoli & red peppers quarter of roasted chicken (white meat) still working the nalgene
	Late Snack @ 16:22  1/2 of a pemmican bar 3tbs almond butter 1l nalgene of decaf earl grey OMG, I love almond butter... but the pemmican bar was tough to down...
	Dinner @ 19:11  8oz beef flank 1c broccoli and red peppers (yum) vitamins (E, Folic acid, biotin, magnesium, gingko biloba, iron)

ranking from 1-10 today…
sleep: 8
diet: 9 (yay!)
health: 7 (maybe bad diet is catching up because I’m noticing allergy-like stuff?)
recovery: 9 (felt really good!)
physical energy: 8 (wanted to workout because it looked fun!)
mental energy: 7
stress: 6

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Notes:

I just gotta put this out there... in the exception of my wedding day, if one more person smiles at me and says

"You look great like that!"         "I’d love to be that thin..."
"You’re so nice and slim..."          "You’ve lost weight!"

I’m going to SCREAM!!

I don’t want to be scrawny or "look" like this. I already know that I let myself go ... I know I’m weak. My current skinny-fat chick state reminds me on a daily basis how I let my diet go and that I am a raging sugar addict. They're not compliments.

What I want is to be able to cruise along, happy as a clam bantering with Matt, carrying a shitload of weight over 20+ miles in increasing altitude while snow storms blow in ... I don’t want to be the weakest member of an all-male expedition team and I’m pretty sure they don’t give a shit how cute my ass is if I need to pull them out of a subzero crevasse.

Now, don’t get me wrong, who wants to look like a sloppy muffin in their clothes?! But that is secondary to what my body can DO. I would rather hear:

"You look ripped!"          "I’d love to be so muscular!"
"You’re so steady and strong!"          "You made that look easy!"

When it’s all said and done, my looks can’t carry Matt to basecamp several miles away if he’s incapacitated nor do I want my appearance to be the thing that people remember me for. I want the satisfaction of being able to do something by myself ... and do it well. I also take comfort knowing that functional capacity always outlives appearance ... I can spend money on injections, lifts, and tucks that will eventually fall apart, but nothing and no one can take away my accomplishments.

oooh! I can use this "anger" during the WOD tomorrow ... HA! watchout!