Suprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, I don't have much to talk about. Al's challenge has made eating so simple that I haven't had to think much about food. I plan, I buy, I prep, I eat, I drink.
Luckily, or maybe unlucky for me, stress at work has been high for a little bit. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed and underappreciated. It happens, it passes, and the good thing is I'm going home every night and running it off. My second 5k is coming up at the end of October (assuming work doesn't interfere) and I should see a 100% improvement from my 1st 5k, no doubt.
It cracks me up how we perceive food these days. We had a potluck at work today, in which I provided the dessert and meat, however I brought my own lunch. I still got comments about how I was a food snob and they couldn't believe that I wasn't eating the food. Meh, you can't please everyone. I refuse to give up the 182 I'm consistently seeing on the scale this week for cake.