Feeling Full

One of the biggest shifts is that I’m feeling full more, without feeling bloated.  Right now, I do think I have greater energy, in part because I’m laying off the booze.  That means I’m sleeping better.

I made two paleo dishes:  a chicken curry and a chicken soup.  Usually I make the curry with potatoes, and I serve it over a bed of rice.  This time, I made it with plenty of vegetables, including onions, garlic, red peppers, and spinach, adding a little coconut milk and eight ounces whole tomatoes.  My friend Fan thought it was the best curry I’d made.  I served it over the leftover mashed cauliflower I’d made earlier.

Usually I make chicken soup with rice.  I cut up the chicken and roasted it for a while, in the mean time cutting up carrots, celery, cauliflower and parsnips.  I sauteed the vegetables in … coconut milk, adding some chicken broth.  I barely covered the vegetables.

Once the chicken was roasted, I just placed it in the soup, bones and all, and let it cook until the chicken was falling off the bone.  I took it out, let it cool and, using only my hands, picked off all the meat, placing it in a separate bowl.  I took the meat and added it to the soup.

It’ll last me a couple days.  It was a superb post-workout meal, as it combined carbs and protein.

One of my questions:  what kind of reward should I give myself once I get through 30 days?  A new pair of jeans?  Or a 2006 Romanee’?

We did box squats today – my glutes definitely were being pushed more than they usually were.  I could feel them becoming rock hard.

I also broke one of my other rules.

I weighed myself again.

I’d been promising myself just once a week.  To weigh in every day is a symptom of madness, if not a way to incur it.  Our bodies fluctuate, and just because one gets up one morning and loses a pound, or gains another, isn’t reason to fret or feast.

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