Last night I worked with my trainer and another seasoned builder. Both are way out of my league since I just started in late October 2012, but we made an impromptu mini class right in the middle of our little gym. Trainer gave me baby weights (5-20 lbs) for most of the challenges, but we went non-stop for over an hour working core, upper body, and lower body with weights. I was breathing so hard and working like crazy to keep up. Their abilities were motivating me to keep pace. I was feeling so good by the end that I jumped up and grabbed a pull up bar and hung there for a bit and brought my knees up to my chest before dropping down. Trainer was impressed. He said he didn't know I could do that yet! I said, neither did I!
Preworkout snack: 1 pear and 1 banana.
Dinner from last night: vegan peppered beef tips with sides of zucchini, yellow squash and seeded crackers. (husband vetoed the kale miso soup. And after changing the meal just for him - trying to make the dinner carnivore friendly, he didn't care for it because "it wasn't real steak." I sense a rant coming soon about that topic.)
Breakfast: bowl of vanilla almond cereal with added nuts, seeds, and dried fruit, 1 banana and almond milk.
Lunch: raw kale, red bellpepper, tomato, carrot, green apple, red apple, pear, avocado, and jicima. (Yesterday, I was feeling so icky, I went to Freshii for their vegan 7 veggie soup and put my lunch from yesterday in the fridge. So I'm actually eating the raw stuff right now.)
I'm glad y'all like the food pictures. I'll be sure to post more when I can. I'm a big fan of cooking without a recipe. In fact, recipes just confuse me. And there is no one but the book to ask, now why would you add that to this? They don't make sense to me. I prefer creative cooking. I see food, I cook it. I make pretty. The end.
So, fun fact, I am married to a carnivore. I was already vegetarian when I met and married him over 5 years ago, but became vegan over 3 years ago. He isn't really a carnivore, but that's what I call him. He doesn't give me grief about my choices and I don't give him grief about his. The tension arises when it comes to cooking. He does not cook. Will not even try to cook. I tease him that it is very sexist of him. He says it's just because he is terrible at it and I am good at it. Okay, but I was once terrible at it too, but kept trying and trying again... I digress... he was raised on fast food and garbage. I will say that he has significantly broadened his pallette since being with me, but the most annoying thing for me is when he wants me to decide what he is going to eat for him. He doesn't want to make that decision. Fine. So I'll make what I want to eat. But then he doesn't like what I want to eat. OH FOR GOODNESS SAKES then tell me what you want to eat and I'll make you your thing and I'll make me my thing. Oh, and I refuse to cook meat in my house. I will cook dairy for him in separately designated cookware for him, but that's my limit. And, truthfully, after all this time being vegan, dairy stinks, as in smells horrible to me. I digress again... because I was complaining about him not wanting to make a decision about his own food but then not liking or not eating what I make because it is too healthy or whatever. UGH.
Okay, I'm done ranting now.