Woke up 5:40, hit the treadmill shortly after 6 with my Kindle (reading James Patterson's 12th of Never) for my daily 45-minute walk. Wish I could say it was a run; I'm always so impressed by folks who say, "Oh I ran 5 miles this morning," I'm breathing hard and sweating profusely after my 45- minute 2-1/2 mile walk.
7 am muscle milk lite shake (just the powder plus ice and water)
10 am oatmeal (Splenda and cinnamon)
1 pm lunch at Cracker Barrel, chef salad hold the bacon (of course I was pining after their dumplings but then I remembered the dumpling looking back at me from the mirror)
4 pm Chocolate caramel pretzel Fiber One bar
7 pm leftover turkey chili (yes Marisa made enough for an army......of dumplings) over leftover spaghetti squash with a side of leftover mixed vegetables (can you tell that my middle name is "leftovers?")
Marisa ate turkey tacos with me, she was sick of the turkey chili, while Marc went out to the Chinese restaurant for shrimps in lobster sauce with a side of fried rice. There's something inhuman, not to mention extremely annoying, about a man who eats whatever he wants, as often as he wants, without gaining an ounce.
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