Sprints? OK, I exaggerate. I can only manage about 30 seconds of stumbling jog at the moment, but I am trying to do it as often as possible to get myself a bit more mobile. 30 seconds of jog, 30 seconds of walk, 30 seconds of jog... repeat.
"Fit" feels a long way off. I may be thin but I am not at all sporty. My knees give way after a few steps, and we won't discuss my pelvic floor, thanks. I have ordered a t-shirt with the immortal logo: "If I'm running, zombies are chasing me" in the hope that watching knitting podcasts in which such garments are worn will somehow rub off on me and I will become an energetic person.
Been there bought the t-shirt? Yeah. Well. At least I am trying.
|It's all a healthy blur...|
Healthy eating is going strong though - yay!
When The Girl was here, we stuck to the menu I posted on the blog, and ever since then, I have persisted with vegan cuisine. FL has continued to stock the fridge with pork pie supplements, so is not feeling deprived.
As we enter week three, however, he offered to buy me some fish in town. He hasn't come right out and said "Please can we not have vegy food every day?" but I know that's what is behind his kind offer. Fair enough. As long as we don't slip back into "100 different ways to serve a sausage" I don't mind the odd animal protein. But I am feeling much better in myself on a mainly-vegetarian diet.
|Apple oat muffins from The Veganomicon|
|Duck eggs by twilight|