What you are about to read is both entirely true and entirely too much information.
You have been warned
My Tuesday gym night started like most others.
I changed into my workout clothes, I ate a pre-workout snack (consisting of peanut butter and banana toast with a truckload of cinnamon)…
…and I did some Disney planning while waiting for the Hubster to pick me up at work.
Zumba was exhausting as per usual only THIS WEEK our teacher put the tunes on RANDOM so we were hit with back-to-back insane songs for the entire duration of the class…
By the end of class, I was a sopping wet, sweaty, disgusting excuse for a woman
As Tuesday is also “Zumba and Zen” night I promptly went to get ready for my yoga class.
Here’s where my story truly begins.
I peel off my soaking wet workout clothes (don’t picture that…You will burn your retinas), open my “Mary Poppins carpet bag” of a workout bag and then….It happened.
I pull out my yoga pants.
“Hmmm” I think to myself. “I don’t see my sports bra.”
I pull out my lululemon tank top and ruffle through the bag a bit, but seeing as I have enough clothes to travel with for a week in there, it’s difficult to determine whether or not the sports bra is indeed missing.
Panic sets in.
It’s 7:20pm. Class starts at 7:30pm.
“Oh my goddess please be in here!!” I actually think I said out loud.
I then pulled everything out of the bag and stood in disbelief.
“Well Katie, it would appear you have a choice to make” I tell myself.
“There is no way I have enough time to run home and get it and there is no way I am missing one of my favorite yoga classes.”
I stand in the bathroom stall for a few minutes…Knowing I have just two choices.
1) Go without and let the puppies run free (again, don’t picture that, you WILL burn your retinas) OR
2) Pick up the SOAKED WITH SWEAT AND NOW COLD sports bra from Zumba and put it back on.
“Gross Gross Gross GROSS!” I say to myself.
So what did I do?
Well, first I put on my tank top and put a long sleeved shirt over top, in hopes that my lack of support wouldn’t be noticeable. I walked out of the stall, took one look at myself in the mirror, realized that what I was looking at was the stuff nightmares were made of and turned right back around.
And so, I picked up the unbelievably disgusting AND FREEZING sports bra, peeled it ON, sprayed myself with body mist in hopes to mask the effects of Zumba and continued on my way to what would be a simply amazing yoga class.
When I got home, before I even had my shoes off I had that sports bra off…It was a record time I kid you not.
…And to be sure that gong show never takes place again; I have an emergency reserve consisting of 15 sports bras in my workout bag now
I started my day with my usual smoothie made up of frozen berries, soy milk, ½ banana, a boat load of spinach, a teaspoon of Vega choc-a-lot protein powder and cinnamon.
I also enjoyed a Lemon Poppyseed muffin from Monday (that I made with half whole wheat flour, half kamut flour!).
I’ve recently began experimenting with kamut flour and all things considered, I am liking what I see so far. I will get back to you with an official opinion later.
Lunch was a mish mash of things. Some because I craved them, others because they were on the verge of veggie suicide, and I just can’t let that happen.
I was dying for plain jane edamame so I knew that had to be part of the equation.
I had some broccoli and red pepper that were on the verge of jumping.
And I had to have one of the very best pears I’ve had in years.
The pear was hands down the highlight.
Which brings me to now, in which I am about to eat THIS:
You guessed it! It’s Spaghetti and Turkey Meatball Thursday!
Jeff’s folks are having a sleepover tonight so I’ve gotta go visit!
See you Friday!