Hey guys! So like I mentioned yesterday, I’m tracking my food this week.
It’s going well so far, although kind of embarrassing to write down the number of times I grab one of the Shakeology cookies I made the other day (a shocking divergence from the usual energy bites). The way my life is right now, I just NEED something I can grab super quickly, and with one hand, just to tide me over until I have time to make a real meal.
The other thing I’m doing is trying to be more mindful of serving sizes.
Like, I had no idea what a serving size of these sweet potato chips actually looked like until I laid it out on the table.
(Brought to us by our new Costco membership! This is the “Late July” brand—which, by the way, confused the crap out of me when I was looking through the receipt and just saw “Late July – $5.99.” Like, is that some sneaky monthly tax Costco tacks on? And why is it the wrong month? Ha!)
Anyway, a serving size is 9 chips:
(Hand awkwardly included for size reference. And I suck at wearing my wedding ring lately!! I know this is going to sound so dumb, but it feels slightly hazardous for being around a newborn all day—haha. And now you’re probably envisioning a 5 carat diamond, and I’m not going to correct you…)
I also realized that the coconut oil I’ve been putting in my coffee every morning is adding about 100 calories to my day. I know I shouldn’t be surprised because, duh, OIL/FAT, but it’s easy to overlook things like that.
I’m not counting calories or anything, but I’d like to be a little more mindful about how many calories are actually in things. Like, for example, the pool of honey mustard dressing I just put on my salad for lunch… (I’m actually not ashamed at all. That stuff is incredible.)
Speaking of paying attention to things, did you know that kids are alarmingly observant?
As we were rolling up to the park yesterday, Mason goes “PURPLE SLIDE!” At first, I just said, “Yep, there it is!” But a few minutes later, I realized that, the day before, the slide had been grey. The park randomly got new slides overnight. I’m not sure how long it would have taken me to notice that, assuming I ever did.
But to him, this was a GLARING change.
He can also see fire trucks, ambulances, and dump trucks from a full mile away. I’m not sure how.
Josh’s rebuttal: ermmm, here’s my tongue!
Sooo guys. I have some decisions to make.
I just got back from a meeting at a nearby gym, where I was chatting with the group exercise coordinator about possibly joining their team. (!!)
Group exercise instruction is something I’ve been wanting to pursue for awhile (thus the PiYo certification this spring), and although I was originally (obviously) hoping to teach PiYo somewhere, the gym I interviewed at (which is literally 2 minutes from my house) mostly does the Les Mills format classes.
I love Les Mills, and their BodyFlow class is actually very similar to PiYo. As it turns out, they have a certification class for it in our area coming up in two weeks AND this gym just happens to be losing one of their main Flow instructors soon.
As if that isn’t all convenient enough, the coordinator said she was also interested in adding some prenatal yoga and barre classes to the schedule by the beginning of the year, both of which I’d have the opportunity to help out with.
She probably didn’t know that saying “prenatal” and “barre” in the same sentence is basically like flirting with me.
So at this point, my “foot in the door” would be the BodyFlow certification, and if that all went well, I’d have opportunities to branch out from there.
Here’s the decision: do I go for the BodyFlow cert, which is not cheap and not reimbursed, knowing that I’m not necessarily guaranteed a class, but also knowing that it could lead to other cool things? (The no guarantee is because the training is coming up so soon, and I’d have to register by tomorrow to get in, meaning there’s no time to audition for the gym before getting certified.)
My instinct is to go for it, but that’s always my instinct, and I know I need to be smart too. Plus there’s the fact that I’d have to be away from Josh for almost an entire weekend for the training (stress!!).
The coordinator assured me that regardless of what happened, I’d never regret the class. She said that Les Mills trainings were some of the best experiences of her life—wow! Quite a testimony.
So what do you think I should do??
Go for it?? Or wait for a later class (and potentially miss this window with the gym)?