So I made a bowl of old fashioned (slow cooking) rolled oats and topped it with some fruit salad left over from last night. I sprinkled the works with a generous dusting of cinnamon and it was maybe, just maybe, the best thing I've ever eaten. Observe:
Here it is again, mid-inhalation.
Satisfaction, thy name is Oatmeal.
In other news, I have decided to up my caloric intake by 100 calories a day starting today. My body was telling me that what I was taking in over the last 3 days was just a wee bit too low. If I'm going to be successful (which I am), I know that I've got to listen to my body and remain and be open to make changes as needed. This was a change I needed. I'll try adding the extra 100 calories to the next few days and reassess again. I have a feeling it will take a few days/weeks to find the exact right balance I'm after. I certainly don't want to send my body into famine mode!
I'm proud of myself for completing THREE straight days of running. And today, when I woke up, I'm not nearly as sore as I was yesterday. If that's not progress, I don't know what is.
Gotta run, Baby Girl is asking to play with her mummy!