Small Slice

I'm writing down what I eat, when I can be bothered, and it isn't good news over here, people.  I'm eating way too much of the wrong kinds of foods.  I can't even bring myself to put it onto fitday - I know the visual of the inbalance in my nutrition will put me right over the edge into loserville.  And not the good kind of loser, either.

My exercise streak, however - I'm willing to brag about that.  I've really continued to do well, and I'm continuing to push myself just past my natural quitting point, and it is paying off.  I'm stronger, my stamina is much better, and I'm actually happy.

Now, if I could just stop rewarding myself for a good workout by eating something less-than-healthy.  I keep reading in these diet books that a great workout should make you want to eat less, or at least, choose something virtuous.  Me?  I have a good sweat and I start craving sweets.  Ice cold Coke, in particular.  I haven't had a Coke in eons - and it probably wouldn't taste good to me now, anyway.  But it is weird how I start immediately craving crap when I finish a workout. 

Watermelon just doesn't fill that void.

In other news, we've got some sort of virus in the house, and I've got an upset stomach, my son is throwing up, my husband and youngest are sound asleep with fevers.  My oldest daughter, however, is fine, if attitudinal.  She's into that hand on the hip, eye-rolling huffy stage already.

I'm off to drink more water  - whee!  And then I'm going to squeeze in my workout before I collapse in front of the television and hopefully get to bed early tonight.