I feel so much better today! I took the smallest crumb in my bag of Glucophage. I feel so weird sorting through my dime bag. Looks like something that a person would snort.
My hips have also recovered from the run on Sunday so today I laced up the Newtons.
Instead of the regular intervals I decided to run when I felt like running and walk when I felt like walking for 30 minutes total. With a little help from Bust a Move (Young MC), Dancing Queen (Abba), and Connected (Stereo MCs) the run was actually quite pleasurable.
30 minutes, 2.25 miles. 13:20 pace. Slow. I was built for comfort, not speed. ;-)
So, a few comments about carbs on my eats post. Yep, I'm sure had a few too many but it was way within the guidelines of the Insulin Resistance Diet that my doctor put me on.
The low carb bagel was 18 carbs. The 1/3 cup rice counts as 1 serving of carbs (15g). I'm allowed 2 servings. The SF cake is 6 carbs.
That being said, I'm with you on reducing the carbs. And I'm going to be reducing them even more. I would love to be free of these extra pounds and the meds.
Speaking of extra pounds, just by cutting the carbs a little I have finally started losing weight again. One of the not-so-cool side effects is clothing. Lack of clothing and clothes falling off.
Example: today while running my underwear slipped down. Like off my hips. Let me tell you, that's not a comfortable way to run for 30 minutes. I was in public so I couldn't just dig around and pull them back up. Time to go shopping.
The size 14 jeans fit perfectly now (even out of the dryer!) so I'll be shopping for size 12s soon. It's hard to believe. I think the last time I was in 12s was last time I did a low carb diet when Rachel was 4 or 5 years old. 10 or 11 years ago! I can't wait. :)
Oh, and thanks for the "nanny mode." I've learned a lot by the comments and suggestions that people leave. I may not always act on them immediately but they do stay in my mind.
(Two posts in one day? Isn't there a blogger rule about that somewhere?)
PS: Shelley, I was getting tired and kicked the *&#$@ out of my ankle and thought about you. It really hurts! Left ankle for me. Form, form, form.