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The Trifecta to World Domination

Pinky and the Brain brain brain brain brain!
You've got the theme song stuck in your head now, don't you? I do too, so we can commiserate together on this one.

I've talked here about eating and exercising, and here about my need for sleep otherwise I'll be a raging lunatic, and I've realized something important:

They make up the Trifecta of Perfection. Henceforth referred to as "TOP" as I'm a lazy mofo sometimes. But when one thing is out of whack, the TOP is basically screwed. It becomes a Trifecta of… Awkwardness? Imbalance? Discomfort and regret?

Remember my loooooooooong diatribe about how I need sleep? I kid you not, I'm pretty much worthless if I'm exhausted. The Bearded Wonder has learned not to ask me to make decisions or important questions if it's late at night and my lids are heavy while I kiss him good-bye. I'm truly a pathetic sight to see.

But when I don't sleep, I feel less inclined to work out. When I don't work out, I feel less inclined to make good food choices. You see how this falls apart?

Yesterday I was just plum tired. I wasn't completely hopeless, but I just didn't want to go to the gym. For the sake of being honest with myself to get better, my decision not to work out may have lead to decisions* involving Coke floats, frozen yogurt, a Starbucks drink, and a small piece of chocolate.

I'm ashamed to type all of that, but that's what this blog is here for. I need to be honest with my food choices, otherwise I'll be confused why I'm not losing weight. My weight endurance is going up like crazy, but my poundage has stayed the same for this month. Then again I don't really feel like weighing myself anymore after the loss of almost 6 inches off my body. That's a whole other post though.

Yesterday my TOP fell apart. It's not been blown to smithereens, as my gym bag is tucked safely under my desk and I'm eyeing the clock until I can go to the gym. But it definitely took a hit yesterday.

So here it is, Friday, and I'm hopping back on the horse. I'm feeling good with my hair down and my skinny jeans on, and knowing I'll be going swing dancing tonight.

This weekend I'm going to try to go nuts on grocery shopping/cooking so next week I can really hit the ground running on my food choices.

OH! Speaking of which. Time for dialogue. Please??? Who wants to hear me ramble all the time? NOT this chick.

I need your favorite healthy recipes. The less processed food, the better. I hate mushrooms and don't eat veal. Most other things are probably fair game. 

Go! :)

<3
A Redhead

*Note: It was throughout the day; I didn't sit at my desk or in my house with a pile of crap in front of me...

Comments

  1. Don't be too concerned about the scale all the time. Remember, muscle is weight too. I hit a point where I wasn't losing weight but I was losing inches so I knew I was still doing good.

    Recipes? Anything from this website: www.graciouspantry.com

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    1. True; I'm not super concerned about the scale, but I would looove to see more fat melting away. =) I'm trying to only measure myself once a month, because it'll be a killer if I'm like "GAAHHHH I'VE ONLY LOST 2 CM!!!". ;)

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  2. This is one of my favorites from my diet - http://brian.potomaccrossfit.com/tag/recipes/ - I DID use sweet potatoes in it as well - basically it is just a root veggie bake (in the oven). Easy to prepare, and delicious! I usually skipped the oil and spices as well - in my mind the veggies tasted great by themselves!

    Here's another one that I loved - http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1939,148186-234203,00.html - I substituted Special K for the cornflakes and used greek yogurt ... delicious :-)

    Good luck!

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  3. I don't cook.
    Cut an apple.
    Add some peanut butter.

    BOOM.

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