Don't be too shocked when I tell you ... I am on a diet!
I know. I'll give you a moment to pick your jaw up off the ground.
I'm following a "detox" plan in Self Magazine, somewhat loosely. The plan seems to advocate portion control, whole grains, and eating lots of fruits and veggies. It even allows for small desserts and snacks, which is good, because I've been known to rebound like a mothertrucker when someone tells me I can't have my chocolate.
So that's today's breakfast. An egg white with bell pepper, a pinch of invisible cheese, a piece of rye toast, and a grapefruit. It was good!
Word to the wise: Rye bread is way better for you than whole wheat. I heard it on a talk show so it must be true. It's supposed to cause a much lower insulin response.
I also spent a good chunk of time trying to decipher the instructions that came with my schmancy new Garmin watch*, which tells me where I went, elevation changes, distance, what my heart rate was, etc. But since I still feel like I'm in recovery from New Year's Eve (I blame a rum drink we called "Pirate's Juice" for the evening even though its technical name is "Tropical Storm."), I won't be jiggling onto the running track until tomorrow. Shield thine eyes, citizens!!
*If anyone from Garmin would like to hire me for a user experience study: Believe me, you need it.