When was the last time you were asleep before 8pm? That shit is glorious. I was deeply unconscious right away and when my alarm went off at 4:30am I fucking bounced out of bed to go to CrossFit. Early to bed, early to rise, bitches. Of course, now I'm sleepy again, but I might just crawl into bed at 8 again. Why not?
As far as menu pictures from Day 12, I don't have much. I ate leftover chicken strips.
Reheated reasonably well, and tasted great.
While my husband took the smalls to the Y, I headed down to the Fox River Trail for 2 hours of intervals. It was a phenomenal day, and I had a really good run. Just about 10 miles which would be "slow" except that I only truly ran for 60 minutes of that. The rest I basically walked, trying to keep my HR between 100-124. Why walking? Well, it turns out that drinking two pots of coffee over the preceding 12 hours jacks your resting heart rate into the stratosphere. Heat and fatigue affects that, too, but I've run in hotter temps and on the same amount of sleep (none) on several occasions recently and they don't affect me THAT much.
By 2pm I had hit the wall, so I took a nice 2 hour nap. While I was sleeping, my fantastic husband was making sure dinner was squared away. We had Crockpot Chicken Adobo and garlic mashed parsnips from the Detox cookbook. It looks a little bland, but it was pretty damn good. The chicken just fell off the bone. This was my first experience with mashed parsnips, and they were really good! Nice potato-y texture, good flavor. We decided they would work well on a shepherd's pie.
Comfort food. Chicken and "taters".
I slept like a corpse on Thursday night. This morning I went to the box to hang out with my best bitches. The one regret I have with going to third shift is the fact that I can't make the 5:15am WOD with any regularity. I love the time of day and the crew of people that work out at that time are so much fun. This morning we did log runs...I'm pretty sure there's a big bruise at the top of my spine and under my hair. I can feel one forming on my shoulder, too. Wouldn't be CF if I didn't end up black and blue.
After the workout I came home and did some cooking. I made Southwestern skillet hash. It's a concoction of ground beef, peppers, onions, parsnips, and eggs. The parsnips are shredded to stand in for potatoes. This smelled great while I was cooking it up. The final step is cracking the eggs into divots you make in the hash and popping it under the broiler to set the eggs. I let the yolks stay runny. I also made the suggested avocado cream. This recipe made a huge batch, and it was delicious. If nothing else I got a shitload of awesome breakfast ideas out of this deal. I also got an important lesson. Wear gloves when you dice hot peppers or you'll end up basically macing yourself when you rub your eyes. For days. Even if you wash your hands a billion times.
Look how fucking pretty that is. Life is too short to eat ugly food.
After breakfast the kids went off to daycare for half of the day. I did my nails and registered for another half marathon (what is wrong with me?). I also did some more cooking. This time it was Creamy Mushroom Soup. Now, I love mushrooms. My husband, not so much. This recipe was extremely simple, very quick, and made use of the bone broth I made last week along with my trusty immersion blender. I had a bowl for lunch. This one will make another appearance in the fall. I really liked it a lot.
I didn't have a sprig of fresh thyme for garnish. Fail.
After my peaceful time was up, I picked up the kids and got them a snack. I got myself one, too. Macadamia nuts are delicious, but almost too rich to eat more than a few of. I wasn't able to finish this handful. Just too much fatty goodness.
Like 100 fat blocks.
Dinner was leftovers. Cabbage dumplings with the extra filling mixed in. These were a fork required item upon reheating. The cabbage got a little limp. Still pretty damn tasty.
Today was weird. I haven't had any specific cravings since the first day or two with garbage-palooza in the break room. This morning I was pouring orange juice for the kids and I had an intense desire for a large glass of OJ. I was never much of an orange juice drinker, well, ever...and especially not lately. The craving was really strong, though. My mouth even watered. Same thing happened later when I was portioning out grapes for the kids. I just wanted them. I'm going to take this as a notice from my body that we can forgo many things, but we fucking miss fruit. Only 7 more days to go, really. No sweat.
There's a recipe in the Detox cookbook that looked intriguing to me and I had a minute, so I made sunbutter brownies. Pretty tasty, I must say.
The husband is heading to Oshkosh for a rugby event tomorrow, so I'm on my own with the kids again. I realize that I'm not really cut out for parenting. It's too late to do anything about that now, but the fact remains. I think I discovered a new level of introversion wherein you really don't want to be around anyone, including your own crotchfruit. My daughter did tell me tonight that I'm a great mom, but I think she's just sucking up.
Tomorrow it's intervals on the treader. Bleh.
Oh, I also registered for the virtual Beat the Blerch half marathon courtesy of The Oatmeal. It will be my first virtual, but I really wanted to do this race and it sold out in like 43 seconds. This way I still get the t-shirt and blerchandise.
Wow. I'm really sleepy. T-minus 40 minutes.