AJ & Me

Part of my job at Family Owned Inc. is to move around the people. Every day, I get to play human chess.
Sometimes it's fun, most days, not so much.

However, there is a huge bright spot. I get to work closely with our General Construction Superintendent, AJ.

He is the Construction Work Ken to my HR Director Barbie.
He smokes two packs a day and eats a bag of potato chips for lunch.
I take vitamins and have salads and soup for lunch.

We do have a few things in common.
He drinks coffee all day long at work, and Budweiser every night.
I drink Diet Pepsi all day and wine all night.
Caffeine and alcohol... a match made in a heaven.

The problem with working so closely with AJ is that we've gotten a little too close.

He was the on that commented on my crazy hair they day I dropped my hair tie in the toilet.

And speaking of toilets....

On my way to the ladies room today, I ran into AJ. Knowing that he was on his way over to see me, I told him I'd get with him in a minute.

"How long will you be in there?" he asks...

I gave him my signature, Oh no you didn't just say that look.

"You know, are you going to stand up or is this a sit down mission?"

"AJ, I'm a girl, it's always a sit down mission"

Now it was my turn to receive the signature look.


He was waiting for me when I came back out.....

Do Something That Scares You

I need to shake things up a bit.
Spring is here, it's time to deep clean the house and while I'm at it, deep clean my soul too.

I've found myself to be in a bit of a rut lately. I'm not sure why, but I am.
I need to shake some things up and try my hand a few new things.
That being said, starting in May I'm going to pick three things a month that I'm going to do that scare me.
This can be anything from cooking a new recipe I'm afraid I'll mess up, trying my hand at a new skill, or doing something in general I don't think I'll do well.
Are we noticing a trend? I don't do things because I don't think I'll do them well.
Can we say perfectionist much?

Soooo

The scary stuff for May:

1. Cook Fish
2. Give Running a Try
3. Figure Out How to Make Beets

I should preface this by saying: I love fish and I love beets. But for some reason, it scares me to think about making them myself. There isn't a lot of logic behind what makes them scary. I've just never made them. So next month, I'm going to try.

And running.... Well, it's not a secret, I HATE running. And I hate exercising in front of people. And, seeing as I don't own a treadmill, I'll have to run OUTSIDE, around my NEIGHBORHOOD. This means: PEOPLE WILL SEE.

Holy Chit ya'll, that's gonna suck!

I downloaded the Couch to 5k ap on my ipod. I ordered an arm band thinger to hold my ipod as I run. I think this is as much prepartion as I'm going to need.

Typically when I try running, I run too fast, too soon and then I get winded, fusterated and I stop.
Hopefully, the Couch to 5k program will teach me a lesson about pacing. And maybe, just maybe I might like running.

Like I said, MAYBE.

So, here I go, expanding my horizons.
Aren't ya'll proud of me :)

Work Out Video Warning

While standing in my basement this morning, 5:30am, blurry eyed and half conscious I noticed something.

There's warning screen on my workout video. It says :

If you experience pain or discomfort, discountine use of this video.

Ummmm..... hello?!?! It's Jillian Michaels People!! Of course it's going to be painful. Of course I'm going to be uncomfortable.

Hell, Jillian yells the at you: "Get Comfortable with Being Uncomfortable!"

Thank you Captain Obvious!


In other news: The first day of my dual challenge program went get.
I stayed off the sugar. I tracked everything I ate, made healthy choices and got in a great workout.
I noticed I had more energy before, during and after my workout. I think the healthy eating and all the water drinking had something to do with it.

I'm so glad to be back on program.

It's like a breath of fresh air.

Tales of the Helpless Husband- Volume 2

Mr. Berg's new found philosophy on helping with household chores:

Mr.B: Did you notice I've been starting the dishwasher when it's full and unloaded it when it's done a lot more recently.
Me: Why, yes darling, I did.
Mr.B: I've been really helpful lately
Me: (carefully picking her words) Yes Honey, you sure have
MrB: I figured if I helped more you'd be able to spent more time with me.
Me: How so?
Mr.B: Well, I figured if I'm more helpful we might have more "martial time"
Me: {dumbfounded}
SILENCE
Me: Do you mean to tell me you think you're going to get laid more if you unload the dishwasher?
Mr.B: Sure...

Lord have Mercy.........

I Believe I've Said This Before

Enough is enough.

Trust me on this.

This weekend started off well. Friday I had a really healthy dinner and did a great job of not over eating.
Saturday started off really well. I knew that Mr. Berg and I would be attending a Yankees game so I stayed focused on eating light and healthy and getting in a good workout.
The Yankees game went well. We were fortunate enough to be invited to the game by our investment banker, who had sky box tickets.
2 Beers, a crab cake, coleslaw and fruit later I felt like I was doing well. Until the french onion dip.... go figure.

And then Easter.

I woke up Easter morning and started eating. I didn't stop until well into the evening. It was bad! BAD! BAD! BAD!

Enough is enough.
Too much self sabatoge.
Too much out of control eating.
Too much for everything that isn't the right thing.

When was the last time I got too much exercise, too much sleep, drank too much water or tracked my points too honestly?
Yeah, slacker party of one? That's me.

Today is the day.
Enough is enough.

I'm doing a dual challenge this week:
1st- I challenge myself to 12 days of solid tracking. Every meal, every snack, every morsel. TRACKED.
2nd- I'm doing the WW Spring Into Action Challenge. This four week challenge is designed to launch you into Spring with Healthy Habits and Actions.
 This week is entitled " No Excuses." Perfect!
The focus for this week is to eat cleanly and get atleast 30 minutes of exercise most days.
This is exactly what I needed. Focus on good food, focus on exercise, a simple approach to ease me back into life.

I have workouts planned for every day this week with the exception of Wednesday and Thursday. I have just too many things going on those days between early morning meeting and late evening appoints. However, with two rest days a week, it all balances out.

I need to get back on the wagon.
Summer is nearly near.
My best friend's wedding is 7 weeks away!!

I can do this.
Focus!

A-Z Me

A to Z about me :)



In case you were wondering.....

A.  Age: Late 20's


B. Bed size: King.... if you had to sleep with Mr. Berg, you'd want a king too.



C. Chore you hate: Bathroom Cleaning... augghhh


D. Dogs: I wish. Mr. Berg is against owning a dog until Bob dies.... I know, he's nuts.
However, my parents have a wonderful dog that it's their third child. He's my favorite.


E. Essential start to your day: I must wash my face, brush my teeth and put eye drops in before I'm able to communicate like a human-being.


F. Favorite color: Pink and Green.... preppy much?


G. Gold or silver: Silver or platnium


H. Height: 5 Feet, 3 and 3/4 inches tall....


I. Instruments you play: Piano, trumpet, baritone and I can sing.


J. Job title: “Human Resources Director” - I am a glorifed babysitter


K. Kids: 2 with 4 feet. Sophie and Bob



L. Live: Central PA-  on a hill


M. Mom’s name: Mama

N. Nicknames: Several plays on my former last name


O. Overnight hospital stays: I aparently spent 2 nights in the hospital when I was born.



P. Pet peeve: Oh lord, I have like a million.
Men not putting the toliet seat down, bad breathe, when people try to shorten my name and end it in IE. Susan- Susie.... I think not.


Q. Quote from a movie: “"Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?"


The Time Traveler's Wife


R. Right or left handed: Right


S. Siblings: LB- Little Brother in age only.


T. Time you wake up: Between 5:15 and 5:30am


U. Underwear: I have a tendency to always wear it.


V. Vegetables you dislike: Celery, Red Onions



W. What makes you run late: Mr. Berg


X. X-Rays you’ve had: Right Elbow, Right Wrist


Y. Yummy food you make: Almost everything I make is pretty dang good.


Z. Zoo- favorite animal: I'm a lover of all animals

Really, J-Berg....

I would like to add the following to yesterday's list:

• Handful of Wheat Thins- The Reduced Fat Kind (because at that point it really mattered?!?)
• 2 Wedges of Laughing Cow Swiss Cheese (cheese and crackers go together like peas and carrots you know)
• Several extra spoon fulls of brown rice
• More Jelly Beans (again, {headfreakingdesk})

So, it goes without saying yesterday was a REALLY.BAD.DAY.

It started off right. I had a Green Monster Smoothie and my vitamin and my water.

Then I went off to build a Habitat  House with my mentoring group for the day.
I had limited access to food and a limited menu full of crap.

Typically I eat every 3-4 hours. It's been a process that has worked great for me. I never get "too hungry" that way and my body always has fuel.

I ate at 6am. Lunch wasn't until 11:30. Until I could eat, it was closer to Noon.
I was famished. Thus, scarfing down a hot dog, chips, baked beans and cookies at a rapid fire pace.

When I got home later that afternoon I was still hungry thanks to the hard work and the junk food that doesn't satisfy or hold me.

I could have sat down, had a healthy snack or even an early dinner but I didn't.
I instead focused on putting things away, cleaning up and getting a hot shower.
And then it happened. I binged like there was no tomorrow.

And the only person I have to blame is me.
I didn't set myself up for a healthy day. I didn't own my choices or make healthy decisions. Instead, I just ate.

I'm feeling guilty, of course.
But I learned a whole lot.

And next time I'll know.
Put me first.

So today I'm giving myself a little bit of grace.
I'm focusing on healthy eating, drinking lots of water and hot tea (my throat hurts).
Tomorrow my schedule finally clears out so I can refocus on my workouts with a nice morning yoga session.
I need to spend some time refocusing. I need restart on my weight loss journey.
I need to look at how hard I've work, how far I've come and push myself to go just that much further.

And I need to remind myself how nice it is to fit into my size 6 pants again.
Seriously, you can't beat it.

Deep Breath, Deep Breath

Because You Need to Know

I ate the following things today:

• Juice- the high sugar kind
• A Green Monster Smoothie
• Barbeque Potato Chips, by the handfuls
• 2 Servings of Baked Beans, the not healthy kind
• Two Choc. Chip Cookies
• A Hot Dog- not the lean kind
• A Beef Stick- I don't eat beef ( but then again, there was the hot dog)
• Chedder Cheese
• Half A Bag of Jelly Beans
• Chicken Cordon Bleu
• Brown Rice
• Mixed Veggies
• More Jelly Beans- for real
• Two Cans of Diet Pepsi

On a brighter note:
I did say no to a doughnut



{headfreakingdesk}

Warrior FAIL!

Back Away From the Jelly Beans....

Seriously, why did I buy them?

I just eat them, at rapid pace, by the handful, all freaking day long!

I am typically really, really good at not eating sugar. If I don't keep it in the house, I don't eat it. I'm usually much more of a salty/savory snacker.

What's with the fricking jelly beans?

In other news....

this is a big deal.....

drum roll please.....

The scale did not lie!

One week after the lying scale accusations began, I weighed in this morning and I'm exactly the same weight as I was last week.

Which, might I add, is .8 away from my goal.

I'm pretty awesome.....

Until you put me next to the jelly beans, then I suck....

Three Years

I remember exactly where I was when we got the news.
It was a beautiful spring evening. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing. I was living at home at the time. Mom had all the windows in the house open and everything smelled just like it should in the spring, fresh and new.

I had just come home from spinning class and was perched on the edge of my parent's bed having a typicalconversation with my mom. It was 6'oclock in the early evening. Usually, my mom doesn't make a habit of lounging in bed, however, she had just had a biopsy done on her foot and she was resting.
The phone rang, caller ID indicated it was my uncle. We almost didn't pick up the phone, he typically only calls for my Dad anyway.

As soon as my mom answered, I knew something was wrong. I remember her repeating over and over, just "just tell me, He's (my dad) not home yet, he's in a meeting."

The conversation continued and my mom's face grew paler and paler. It wasn't good news.

She hung up with a the words "just keep calling until he picks up, he'll know it's an emergency if you just keep calling."

She looked me square in the eye and said "Big J's had a stroke."

My heart dropped.

From that moment on, life would never be the same.
In the following hours that evening an emergency meeting of my Dad's 5 brothers and sisters was called. My grandpa had had a stroke. He was in Naples, FL at his vacation home. He can been complaining of a headache all day. All afternoon he laid on the bathroom floor, telling his wife it wasn't a big deal.

By the time she called an ambulance, he was unresponsive. He was at Naples Community Hospital, the medical staff were doing everything they could.

It was decided that my step-aunt and my uncle would fly to Naples on the first flight out. The rest would wait until more information could be gathered.

For the next two days we waited for phone calls, for answers, for miracles. We got plenty of the first and second, nothing of the third.

Finally the phone call came that we call knew would come, but hoped would not. Grandpa showed no signs of normal brain activity. He would not recover.

Arrangements were made, I booked flights for my dad, his sister and two brothers. Meanwhile, I stayed at Family Owned Inc, and held down the fort.

We didn't tell the rest of the people at Family Owned Inc, the grim news, we just explained that everyone needed to be there.

For an whole day I sat in the office, trying to muddle through my day as employee after employee walked by to tell me how they were praying for us and that they knew my grandpa would pull through, they told me how they believed he was a fighter.

How could I tell them there was no fight left?

He died later that evening, after everyone had had their chance to say goodbye.
Truth be told, he died several days earlier, on his bathroom floor. Machines, medicine and good doctor's kept the rest going.

On the day of his stroke he had bought a new car and two new pairs of shoes.
My Dad canceled the car deal and later returned the shoes.
They were the first of millions of pieces by Dad had to clean up, and continues to clean up to this very day.

My brother turned 23 that day after my Grandpa's death.
I took my Mom to the doctor to have the mole on her foot removed.
We drove to Williamsport the next day, Mom, Mr. Berg and me, to celebrate my brother's birthday and watch him play baseball.
His team won, our hearts were broken.

He was laid to rest a week later in a his plot next to his first wife, my grandmother. Since his funeral, I've only returned once, to lay my great grand mother to rest, a year and three months later.

Now, three years later, the only feeling I can recognize is that's bitter sweet.
I miss him, I miss him every day. But our relationship wasn't typical. There were no fishing trips or Grandpa, Granddaughter Dances. He wasn't there for most of my birthdays. He probably only came to a handful of my events.

It wasn't until I returned from Virginia that we developed any sort of relationship. Twice, in 24 years, he told me he was proud of me, that he was impressed by me, that I was doing a good job. Both times were within 6 weeks of each other and within 6 months of his death.
He knew being the first born of my generation wouldn't be easy. He saw my struggles, he pushed me to keep fighting and for that, I will be forever grateful.
Even now, when I wonder what to do, or question why I do what I do, I hear his voice, he always tells me to keep fighting. And I do..... I always do.

I'm sad there wasn't more time. I'm sad I didn't have the opportunity to learn everything I wanted to learn from him.

He was amazing. Amazing at business, amazing at investing, amazingly self centered and amazingly void of your typical grandfatherly emotions. But I understood it, he gave all that he could, none of what he couldn't. There was love there somewhere, and respect, so much respect. And in the end, I know he was proud of me and my brother. I know he loved us, I know he wanted to be more to us, but he just didn't know how.

He left quite the legacy, a strong, growing business, a huge family and a lot of accomplishments.
I know he's proud of us.


So much has changed in three years. I wish he could have been there.
And in my heart of hearts, I know he was, in spirit.

I wish I could talk to him on last time. I wish I could ask him the questions I wish I could have asked.
But at the same time, I know he's gone and I'm at peace with that.

Three years, it goes quick.

I miss him, I miss him every day.

I Blame the Masters

Did ya'll watch the Masters this weekend?

If you answered no, you're like the luckiest people on the face of the earth!

Mr. Berg loves the Masters. He loves it so much he's hell bent on watching every minute of it when its on.
And, he wants me to watch it with him..... No, I have no idea why.

I think he thinks it's romantic to share your favorites in life with your partner. I personally think this is a load of crap. I love to shop, do I drag him shopping with me? Hell no! The whining I have to put up with is totally unnecessary and totally ruins my vibe.

For whatever reason, when I whine during the Masters, it gets ignored.

So, for two days, I sat in the living room, surrounded by my magazines, laptop and cell phone as Mr. Berg watched the Masters and I pretended to enjoy it.

In the process I drank a whole bottle of wine,  ate 1/2 a pound of jelly beans and upteenmillion cheese and crackers.

I love my husband. I love that my husband wants to share his loves in life with me.
But seriously, I would have rather watched paint dry.

The Warrior was taken down by the Master(s).

However, I would like to mention, jelly beans and wine aside.
I did eat very healthy this weekend.
I said NO to macaroni and cheese..... and the world didn't stop turning.
I also worked out, gardened, cleaned the house, made banana bread, organized my recipes and called my friends.

So, all in all, it wasn't bad, it totally could have been worse :)

Warrior Challenge- Day Three

Yesterday's Review:
Yesterday I switched a few things up.
1st of all, I dropped my cheese stick in the afternoon and had 2 points worth of BBQ chips.
I know, processed crap. But goodness they were good.

I also used a few activity points for a glass of wine.

All in all. I broke even.

Today:

Breakfast: Same green monster smoothie as usual
Snack: Greek Yogurt/ Cherry Flavored
Lunch: 6" turkey sub with provolone cheese, red wine vinegar and a bunch of veggies. Apple Slices. Diet Coke (While running wildly through the grocery store.)
Snack: Small handful of BBQ Chips and 2 Fig Newtons. SERIOUSLY? Why did I eat those?
Dinner: Emily Bite's Deep Dish Pizza, carrots, Salad and a glass of wine.

Work Out: Firm Express Sculpt Workouts 1&4

Overview of Tomorrow:
Tomorrow is a scheduled day of rest. However, I may throw in a yoga dvd if I get some free time in the afternoon. We will have to see.
I also need to plan for my meals for tomorrow. As of right now I have a few ideas but nothing solid thus far.

I haven't been a perfect warrior. However, I'm doing a lot better then I have in a couple of weeks.
It's been a great challenge to stick with tracking and watching what goes in my mouth. Fig Newtons and BBQ Chips aside, I've done alright :)

In other news, I really have no news.
I'm looking forward to a relaxing weekend and spending time with my husband. It's been a long week. I'm ready for some down time.

Warrior Challenge Day 2

Yesterday's Review:
All in all yesterday was a good day.

Breakfast and my morning snack went on as scheduled.

Lunch I made a few modifications:
1. No orange marmalade. Instead I used my English muffin as a bun and slapped some barbecue sauce on my burger to counter balance the sweetness of the honey wheat flavor.
2. Instead of a salad with a teaspoon of EVOO and vinegar. I had my usual dressing and blue cheese crumbles and a teaspoon of EVOO.

PM Snack and Dinner were no problem

I earned four points during my workout and treated myself to a 3pt cookie.

So, all in all, between dailies and activity points, I had one left over.

Weigh In: The Scale Lies!
It was weigh in morning at the Berg household.
According to the scale. I lost a pound this week.
Apparently I weigh 135.8.
Personally, I think the scale is a dirty liar. There is no way in hell I lost a pound this week.
But okay, I'll go with it.

Today:
Breakfast: Green Monster Smoothie with Spinach, Mixed Berries, Skim Milk, a banana and of course 1 tsp of EVOO.
I ate this around 6:15am

AM Snack: Lemon Flavored Greek Yogurt
Probably  around 10am

Lunch: Garden Burger on English Muffin with Cheese and BBQ Sauce.
Salad with Dressing, EVOO and blue cheese.
Mixed Veggies
12:15ish

PM Snack: Pear and a Cheese Stick
Around 3:30pm

Work Out: Firm Express Cardio WorkOuts 1&4
Around 5:00pm

Dinner: Sherry Soy Chicken with Brown Rice, Snap Peas and a Big Salad
Around 6:30pm

Another Reason Why Bob is Special

Bob took a trip to the vet's office yesterday. We hadn't been there since November, so obviously, it had been awhile.

Over the past couple of weeks I noticed Bob was coughing off and on. Nothing serious, but certainly something I kept an eye on.

After returning from vacation this weekend I noticed Bob's cough had gotten worse and he sounded terribly congested. Plus, he just looked like he didn't feel good.

I picked him up yesterday morning to take him in. In the seven minutes I was home I managed to step on Bob's foot and then his tail while trying to put him in his travel crate. And then I almost dropped him and the crate while falling from the house into the garage. Grace, isn't my middle name.

We arrived at the vet's office 20 minutes later. By this time Bob had cried so much in the car that he was squeaking instead of meowing.

Great, I was the girl with the 20 pound, hysterical cat that sounded like a mouse. Perfect.

I signed us in and took a seat on the bench, putting Bob's crate on the floor by my feet. He started coughing, his coughs grew louder and his crate starting rocking back and forth. Mini Cujo? Perhaps.

The two other pet owners sitting in the lobby with me looked horrified. Their expressions quickly changed to annoyance the minute Bob stopped coughing and started up on the squeaks.

We're popular people, Bob and Me.

Finally, our favorite vet tech appears and whisked Bob and I back to the exam room.
Heather, the tech, loves Bob. She makes over him as if he were a celebrity. Bob, lover of all people and affection, is happy to be in Heather's arms.

Our vet arrives soon after and we begin our exam.
I explain the symptoms and express my fear, we all know is coming, congestive heart failure.
Bob has a significant murmur, it increases his changes for heart failure 10 fold. Add to that his weight problems and other health issues, it doesn't look good.

The vet agrees and gives me a grim smile.

He starts listening to Bob's heart and lungs. The whole time remarking about how much Bob purrs.
We joked that he needed an off switch.

Good news, Bob's heart sounds great, lungs sound clear.

To be safe, the vet orders a chest x-ray and blood work to ensure we haven't caught anything in the early, early stages.
He then looks at Bob's teeth and mouth and throat.
WOAH- INFLAMMATION.

It's obvious he's got a sinus infection.
Easy enough to treat, not life threatening.

However, it doesn't explain the whooping cough.

Heather takes Bob off to have his x-rays and blood work.
They return 20 minutes later.
Bob's arm is wrapped in a pink bandage. (Heather knows him well)
The vet has the x-rays.

He tells me he's discovered some interesting things about our Bob.
From back to front:
-Bob's hips and lower spine are arthritic. This we know
-Bob's right kidney is non functioning and has stones in it. Again, this we know.
-Bob's liver is deformed. Huh? Vet thinks this is no big deal, since he's 12 and shows no signs of liver issues.
- Bob's "poop shoot" is full and semi compacted. Eww! (more on this later)
-Bob's heart is perfect in size and shape. Finally,  something is working the right way
-Bob's lungs are in fine working order, no fluids, no deformities. Yay!

And so, back to the "poop" shot.
The vet asks me if Bob is an obsessive licker or groomer.
As he's asking me this I see from the corner of my eye that Bob is licking the exam table.

I point to Bob who is now trying to eat a tuff of hair clinging to the floor of his crate.

I roll my eyes. The vet laughs so hard tears are rolling down his face.

Long story short. I dragged my cat 1/2 across town yesterday to discover he has a sinus infection and hair balls?

That's the best $300 I spent all week.

We returned home with some steroids, a round of antibiotics and tuna flavored laxative that's supposed to get things moving in the right direction.

Wish us luck. We're going to need it!

Can I Be A Warrior Too?

Secret Confession:I love to watch The Biggest Loser on Tuesday nights.
It's probably my biggest guilty TV watching pleasure. And while Mr. Berg claims he hates the show, he knows all the contestants names and I think he even shed a tear when Courtney said her final fair well last night.

I found myself to be very caught up in something that trainer Bob (omg, I love him) said last night.
As he coached the Blue Team on their first workout of the week, he told them he wanted them to be warriors. He wanted his team to use this week to power through, to strive for excellence, and to push each other to their greatest potentials.

As I sat there, in my cat hair covered yoga pants and sweatshirt, I found myself wondering.... Could I be a warrior too?

I've been lax in my weight loss journey this past week. Mr. Berg and I traveled South this past weekend to visit his family. In involved a lot of food, a lot of wine and a lot of stress. While I was careful and watched my portions and choices, I wasn't the world's best example of sucess.

Add to that, Monday I didn't workout. Instead I caught up on housework, did laundry, put up my Easter decroations all while I fought a nasty battle with the stink bugs that decided to invade my home. (I flushed 15 of those suckers on Monday).

And yesterday, for most of the day, I was down for the count with a very nasty bout of tummy trouble.
(I also took Bob to the vet, which is a funny story for later)

Anyway, back to what I was orginally talking about.

Today and for the week that follows, I am going to strive to be a WW warrior. I will track every thing that goes in my mouth, I will stick to my workout plan and I will measure EVERYTHING. (I've been really, really bad about that lately.)

I will also post my daily menus, track my water consumption and cut most processed foods from my diet. I will however, drink wine. Because wine, my friends, is the best part of my weekends.

I hope this challenge will be the jump start I need to get back on the stick. I have a wedding coming up. And yes, I do love my body just the way it is right now, but I'd love to see how much more I'd love it if I got to goal.
So, here we go.

Warrior Challenge: Day One
Breakfast- 6:15am
Green Monster- 1 Cup Frozen Mixed Berries, 2 Cups Organic Spinach, 1 Banana(frozen), 1 Cup Skim Milk and 1 tsp EVOO- Blended to perfection

Snack- Sometime between 9:30-10
Greek Yogurt
(Baby carrotts if needed)

Lunch- 12:15ish
Garden Burger Topped with Pepper Jack Cheese
Dipped in a Ketchup/Mustard Mix
Salad with Vinegar and 1tsp EVOO
Green Veggies (2/3 cups- give or take)
English Muffin with Orange Marmalade 

(Yes, I could put my burger on my english muffin, except, I got the honey wheat kind, which is gross with a burger. I learned this the hard way on Monday)

PM Snack- 3:30ish
Apple and String Cheese
(more baby carrots if needed)

Dinner:
Sherry Soy Chicken Breast
Brown Rice
Green Veggie
Salad

Exercise: Firm Express CS 1&4

We Interrupt Your Reguarly Schedule Blog for the Following Important Announcement

I have a nasty, nasty stomach virus.

Please try not to get in my way as I run to the nearest bathroom for the 400 millionth time.

That is all.

Bye for now.