Observations while in NJ

I’ve made a food observation (yes always about food with me). This past weekend I had a last minute trip to NJ for my husband’s grandmother funeral. This is an Italian family so naturally they love their white food. I felt like I was carb loading on white food for a race and by loading I mean LOADING. More than I would eat even for a race. Until about a year ago I never paid much attention to macros but I kept wondering where the protein and healthy fat was when breakfast options were bagels, muffins, croissants and fruit. I can only eat so much fruit. The lunch after the funeral was a fixed multi course menu. I’ll admit I ate it all and maybe 3 of the dessert because not everyone likes tiramisu. I don’t like wasted food… yep that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Other than a few sips I managed to stay away from all the alcohol though and that was my one accomplishment. 

By no means am I complaining about the food. I love Italian food and NJ bagels and it was all delicious. I think I sent my body into a bit a shock though and even had a hard time sleeping because of it. I’m obviously not doing Whole30 since I did 10 days, went to Universal, did another 4 days, then went to NJ, am now on day 4 and about to wreck it again this weekend. This in itself has been an interesting experiment though doing the flip flopping of how I’m eating which I certainly don’t recommend. Back to the actual observation. I’ve learned that for every 1 day of bad eating it seems to take my body about 2 days to return to normal. It’s interesting to see how long it takes for all of that to clear out of my system and my body to return back to its happy state. Makes you realize just how much food has an impact on how you feel.

Other observations from my trip: I was not at all ready to attend another funeral which resulted in a meltdown at one point. I remembered how much I already miss running in cooler weather. While other were complaining about the colder weather, I was thrilled. I got to do another whopping 15 minutes run/walk. I convinced my husband to join purely because it was a short, easy run so that was nice.

My favorite observation though was the size of my legs compared to Bill’s. I’ve noticed my legs getting bigger from riding more (and eating a bit more). Running normally lean my legs out a bit but cycling has taken over so cycling legs are coming out more and more. After looking at our legs side by side I was convinced my thighs were bigger and sure enough his legs can hide behind mine. I have mixed feelings about that but in the end I like being strong. Plus he skips leg day.