Damn you Bob Harper and your kettlebell workout! I mean, I knew I was deconditioned, but shitballs, Bob! I didn't last 7 minutes! 20 squats and about 40 kettlebell swings later, I threw in the towel and took a shower.
Here's Mondays report card:
1. 70 oz of water? Maybe 50.
2. Minimal processed foods? Check.
3. Good source of protein at three meals? Only one, cuz I got stuck at lunch.
4. 30 minutes of exercise? 7. I tried.
5. One serving of fruit? Nope (see #3)
6. Food logging? Check!
So that is two definites, and progress towards two others. Not a bad start. I decided to try and wait to have my protein drink until a little later in the morning. I usually have it at 6 or 7, but then I end up snacking around 10. I meant to have it around 8:30 today, but I found myself putting out some fires and I had a meeting at 9, so I never drank it. I must have fallen into the got-too-hungry-so-I-couldn't-stop-myself-from-shoveling-food syndrome at lunch because I got through about 3oz of tilapia when I got the dreaded golfball feeling in my chest. I didn't eat or drink until almost 7. I had a bit of broccoli salad for dinner and called it a night.
That's my ramble for today.