Back from Europe!

5:00 am: my alarm clock is buzzing. I have to wake up to work out with my trainer. I toss in bed resenting the idea of leaving my warm bed only to be tortured by D. Five minutes pass and I decide to text him to find me a new appointment. I really don't dare talking to him. We have discussed this issue several times. After few text messages under the drapes and a lot of begging, he agrees to give me a later appointment. I was very content yet also aware that my husband might be thinking in his head: cheater!!" I stay in bed fully awake wondering if I took the right decision to postpone my session. I am always feeling guilty that I am not doing enough. And that really ruined the moment of feeling victorious in avoiding the early morning training.I fall asleep uncomfortable.....

I have been working the whole day and most of the night last night so I have my morning off. 1 pm, I go to my workout and work on 8 stations for my chest and triceps, preceded by a 10 min enjoyable run. After I am done, I am not even tired and am wondering if I should do some abs or a run. I decided against it and plan to go to a spinning class at 6 pm.

Now meet my 13 year old boy and my husband. My son thinks I have a chemical kitchen and my husband is very picky in food and almost lives on fruits. So you can understand I have a love hate relationship with the kitchen. I feel I am in control of what I put in my mouth and that of my family yet I don't really enjoy cooking especially when most of the days, nobody is eating. So today I decide I am going to cook something everybody would eat: Roasted petite poulet with Sumac.; something I have tried before with success but today I am stuffing the hens with pre cooked brown rice with peas and green beans. 1 cup for the 3 of us. I am still very suspicious of carbs.
So I chop about 6 onions ( I hate taking the food processor out and even more cleaning it after). I put Sumac (a lebanese spice that has a lemony flavour) on top and I save some onions for the rice. Now I decide that rice should not be fully cooked; Big mistake I realize when I had to cook the hens for extra 40 min just for the rice. Now I stuff the hens and relax.

As for my breakfast, I had 1.8 oz of French Baguette and 1 oz of marinated anchovies (I discovered them in Spain) and a string cheese stick. For lunch, I boiled a yam and topped it with low fat cottage cheese with cinnamon and 1 teaspoon of honey. A recipe I adapted from a book by the name of "Skinny chicks don't eat salads". Pretty good, right?

Follow me tomorow to find out what my problem is and what does Europe has to do with all this.

LUV

M&M