I have been using the “Lose It” app to track my calories conistently since March 1. I’ve been very honest about everything I’ve eaten, and my calorie amounts have been in the red (over my daily allotment) every day.
So today, I looked back over the past couple of days to see what my intake of fat, carbs, and proteins had been. Let’s just say I need to cut back on the fat and add more protein.
So when I found out that today was PTF night at Chick-fil-a (a percentage of sales would go to benefit the school where I work), I decided maybe I would stop by there since I had to run an errand before going home. I checked the nutrition information online to see just how badly I’d blow my calories if I got chicken nuggets or strips and waffle fries.
An 8-count nuggets and a medium waffles fries would set me back 650 calories. Now, I had room in my calorie budget for such a high-calorie meal, provided I didn’t eat anything else. But when I added it to my “Lose It” log, I saw the fat grams and decided against it. By choosing the 250 calorie Southwest Chargrilled salad, I’d have plenty of room for an apple & nut butter for an afternoon snack and maybe even a small treat after dinner.
So that’s what I did.
I bought a salad, took it home and put it in the fridge while I completed my second workout in the Couch to 5k program despite having so much working against me:
1.My playlist in the “RunKeeper” app only played the same song over and over again. It wouldn’t move on to the next song! So imagine trying to pull out your phone every other interval to skip to the next song! Very inconvenient.
2. About two minutes into the warm-up, Indy lunged backward, and I looked to see two stray dogs, off leash, had come up behind us. One was a Golden Retriever, and the other was some kind of mutt. They were both sopping wet, and I just stood there assessing the situation. I tried to shoo them away, but that didn’t do much good. They continued to follow us, and the Golden Retriever and Indy were a little aggressive toward each other. So finally, I stopped, and the two strays continued on without us. I cringed as I watched them cross a busy road, but they made it okay! They didn’t bother us again.
The point is, I did it! Despite my legs burning, my feet hurting, and the dog pulling my arm out of its socket, I did it! And it feels good.