Splat!

If you remember, I didn't do too well on my C25K plan last year.  I also didn't drop many pounds.  I'm back at it this year, and the Cowboy is going along with me.  One of the differences this time is that we're seriously changing what we eat as well as being more consistently dedicated to moving our bods.

We are on week two of a food plan designed to help me get back into some of the dresses I have hanging in my closet.  He has a few things he'd like to wear again as well.  Ok, I confess...it's the plan developed by The Biggest Loser Club!  I joined online two weekends ago.  Yes, I love the show, and follow the writings of Jillian Michaels, so this seemed to be the next right step. (Now stop that judging right now.  You know you sneak to watch the show.)

I put in all my stats, preferences (no soy or pork) and goals and they developed a very well balanced, flexible, healthy and filled-with-variety food plan to get me to my goal.  But here's the coolest part...when I print out the menu list, I also get all the recipes, and...ta da...a shopping list!  I review the list, cross off what I already have, and head to the grocery.  I'm spending less and we're eating three good meals and three snacks every day.  I'll keep you informed on this as we go along, but there hasn't been hardly anything on the menu that we wouldn't fix again!  And of course the greatest gift is not having to think about what to make!!! It's all right there! Absolutely loving this!

Today we found an adorable little park in Plano near our home that has a relatively level .5 mile trail.  The Cowboy and I did three miles this morning.  I supplied the music via my Ipod.  While we were on the first loop I was adjusting the selection to get the right beats per minute (BPM) for our brisk walk, when I pulled a Sandra-Bullock-in-Miss-Congeniality SPLAT right in the gravel!  The trail had been washed a bit in places after this weekend's deluge and I stumbled, twisted my left ankle, and scraped the dickens out of my knee.  The Cowboy stood there and looked at me.  Like I was joking.  Or did it on purpose.  "Should watch where you're going there, babe."  Let's see if he gets dinner tonight...