For some reason, I just didn’t feel much like eating. I had every intention of eating breakfast this morning, but then decided not to. I had some lunch and then had the strange experience of eating something almost purely for emotional purposes.
I have never been that person. Sure, I like comfort foods as much as the next schmoe, but I asked myself if I was truly hungry, the answer was “no”, and I ate it anyway. I ate it to quiet a weird nagging sense in the back of my mind that I needed to eat something.
My lack of enthusiasm carried over into the evening. After my daughter woke up from her nap, we went to the grocery store for a rotisserie chicken. She asked for seconds, then thirds of the chicken. Love that!
Breakfast: Cup of coffee with coconut milk and cinnamon.
Lunch: Slab of leftover meatloaf with an egg fried in coconut oil.
Snack: Almond butter and coconut milk warmed up in the microwave and then topped with a banana and dried cranberries.
Dinner: Store-bought rotisserie chicken thigh + leg with a pile of broccolini steamed then tossed with garlicky olive oil.
Exercise: Playground workout. Track & Field Day! Warm-up jog. Then standing broad jumps, long jump, javelin throw, shot put, “hurdles” (jogging 5 steps then hurdling), 400m runs for time. Ab work was plank to side plank to back plank to side plank (each held for 10 seconds), floor wipers, and hanging knee raises.