Thing I love, number one: recently, I've hit a new level of genius (and laziness): you can scramble eggs in the microwave.
They aren't quite as tasty as pan-cooked eggs (mostly, I suspect, because you don't add any cooking fat), but it is faster since there's no cleanup required. So, I've been bringing a little tupperware to work with me, with a couple of eggs (three if I'm not adding meat OR two plus meat of choice) and some veggies (salsa is a really good "cheater" veggie...or a handful of spinach and cherry tomatoes...and lately, SO MUCH KIMCHI). When I get there, I break the eggs into the tupperware with whatever meat I'm using, stir it all up with a fork, microwave for a minute and 15 seconds, stir, and nuke for a little longer to finish cooking - usually another 15-45 seconds, depending on the meat. Top with veggies of choice, and it looks like this:
Thing I love, number two: so this morning, I'm standing there in the office kitchen chatting with a coworker, who's watching me stir a couple of eggs in with leftover smoked pulled pork and a (particularly beautiful) chunk of brisket. I work in a small office, so everyone has noticed my recent weight loss and several people keep asking me how I did it. I usually say that I found out I was allergic to gluten, which isn't COMPLETELY true, but generally staves off any scrutiny about "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT EATING WHOLE GRAINS ARE YOU ON ATKINS UGH YOU ARE GOING TO DIE."
Anyway, she's telling me how she needs to start eating better, and going to the gym, and she just can't seem to lose weight. "It's not like I overeat! I haven't eaten anything yet today, and in a little while I'm going to have a yogurt. That's what I'll have today...a yogurt."
It makes me die a little bit inside to know how miserable and frustrated she must feel. I hate having my eating choices criticized, so I generally don't do the same to others (PhillyGuy must be rolling his eyes through the back of his skull right now - but it's DIFFERENT because I LOVE YOU!), but I always feel like I have this big amazing secret I want to share with all the sad dieters existing on boiled chicken breast and Yoplait.
One of the things that's surprised me with my third BCCC is that I'm not actually getting quite as much protein as I'd assumed I was. Focusing on gettin' SKRONGER means that I need to make sure I'm eating a sufficient amount of protein - at LEAST one gram per pound of lean body mass. With some very rough estimating, I've been using 115lbs as my LBM - so I shoot for 120-150g of protein every day. I figured that'd be a given. It is NOT.
Which brings us to thing I love, number three: canned fish.
Sardines, tuna, smoked herring (what my grandfather used to call "kippered snacks"): whatever. They don't need to be refrigerated or cooked or prepared, which means I can keep a couple tins stashed in my desk drawer. It's a decent way to get a hit of protein - one little tin of sardines has 22g - and if you stick with a good brand, the ingredients are nice and clean.
(Incidentally...how is a serving HALF of this little baby tin?) So we'll see. The past week has been rough, but I'm off antibiotics now and feeling MUCH better. I'm still taking a probiotic supplement and eating kimchi and yogurt like it's my job, but hopefully my gut flora will rebuild themselves pretty quickly and I'll be back to normal.
Log:
Tuesday May 15: some strict HSPU work - tripod to headstand and pressing up from the bottom. THAT SHIT IS NOT EASY. Even though I can do a few sets of strict HSPUs with light and mini bands, and can kip them easily, I couldn't even press out of the bottom with an average (green) band. Oy. Strict overhead press, peak of three. 45-60-70-80-85x2, failed on the third. This is a PR, since I could never get 85 up before, but it was incredibly ugly - I went up on my toes, arched the shit out of my back, etc. These are still on my suck list. Oh well. Metcon: AMRAP 7 minutes, burpees. I got 93 - quads seizing, sweat dripping off of my face, mascara annihilated, and beating
my score from the open by nearly 20.
