Friday, November 30, 2012
As I write this, I am eating a really, really large breakfast. As in, bigger than my head big.
And you know what? It tastes and feels great.
But let's back up a minute, to yesterday afternoon. To support my efforts in moving toward a more healthful life, I've set up occasional meetings with a trainer at my gym. Now, I know there are people who work with trainers on a weekly basis, but I'm not one of them. For one, I can't afford it; for two, I actually do prefer to work out alone.
So every now and then, I meet with this trainer. Most of the time, he prescribes a new workout for me, and teaches me what to do when I'm on my own. With all of his other clients, though, he runs them through a full-body workout of the sort you see on TV. He's been a good sport about teaching me what to do on my own, but I know it's not his preference. Recently, we struck a compromise: once in a while, he could do his trainer thing on me. I would take myself through the workouts he designed for me, but every so often he would mix it up, throw new stuff at me, and lead me in a rigorous "last chance" workout.
Yesterday was such a day. Let me tell you, I was nervous. He may be less than half my age, but he's tough! In anticipation, I made sure I ate plenty of protein for breakfast and lunch, and had planned more for dinner.
The workout WAS really tough, but he made sure that nothing he asked me to do was impossible -- just a challenge. This morning, I can feel every muscle we worked, a nice satisfying soreness.
When I returned home, then, I showered, changed, made a really nice fish dinner for myself, and headed off to my daughter's choral concert. By the time I returned home again, I wasn't hungry at all, even though I was still slightly under calories. Because of the tough workout, I forced myself to eat a clementine to at least get my calories up. I knew my body needed them, but I really wasn't hungry.
Well! This morning my body sure wanted those extra calories! I woke up pleasantly sore, and starving. After my usual cup of tea, I realized that the light breakfast I'd planned just wasn't going to cut it.
No! I needed eggs -- at least two.
And! I needed a whole grain English muffin -- the whole thing, which is really TWO servings.
Also! I needed veggies -- lots of them, and right now.
So, I took an entire onion, and a half-bunch of kale, and sautéed it up in a bit of olive oil ... while toasting the bread. Then I scrambled in two eggs, and topped it off with some salt & pepper.
It made a beautiful mound on my plate. And an embarrassingly large one at that. The veggies had transformed what would have been a fairly ordinary breakfast into a monument of healthfulness. And it tastes really good!
Best of all, I tracked in all the other meals I plan to eat today (including leftovers from last night's fish and red cabbage dishes), and I am well within my range on everything. It's going to be a great day!
My body spoke this morning -- loudly! And I listened carefully to what it was saying. Even though I don't usually have such an enormous breakfast, I'm so glad I did.