A couple of weeks ago, I bought some new plates. Rather than the oversized plates that are now standard in restaurants and dish sets everywhere, these were smaller salad-sized plates. I've been using them instead of our own larger plates for my meals in an attempt to control portion sizes. You see, I've always been one of those "fill your plate then clean your plate" kinda gals. For someone who could overfill a large plate and then often go back for seconds, at first this seemed a bit daunting. The plates seemed so tiny!
|Steak ... smothered!|
Let's just say, I don't notice the difference. And my tummy certainly doesn't either other than to say "thanks" for not making it stretch out after each overstuffed meal.
My running continues to go well as you may have guessed from my previous post. Today I moved onto week/level 4 - five sets of run 3min/walk 1min - a week earlier than I had planned. Whooopa! Its silly but I giggle as soon as I slip into spandex and sneakers, giddy at the thought of running each time. Its official, I'm an addict. Before you know it, I'll be talking about negative splits, tempo runs, and yes, even fartleks. That's a long way off and whether I'll ever get past running a 5K, I have no idea; I'm not planning that far ahead. However, I did get some inspiration to continue running this morning. A few months ago, a number of the running blogs I follow were talking about Hood to Coast, a documentary about the 197 mile relay race from Mount Hood to, you guessed it, the coast (Pacific). I finally got a chance to watch it and I instantly wanted to add it to my bucket list. I even started planning out the people who'd make up my team... This sounds like so much fun! Yes, painful and exhausting but fun at the same time. Don't worry, I haven't started planning for next year's event. Yet. (wink wink).