I was ravenous all weekend. Could not eat enough. Then today -- could care less about food. Hunger *POOF* gone.
I'd like to think this means I kicked the sugar cravings. But it seems too early for that. More likely that I have found my body's limit for spinach intake. Maybe the idea of eating just isn't that exciting anymore when you know you're just going to be eating more spinach? Or -- will I shake things up a bit and eat and apple with peanut butter. Oooo, the suspense. Perhaps I have bored my mouth to the point of indifference?
In other news, I have no idea how I'm going to get to 100 push ups. Push ups are hard. And I have wimpy spaghetti arms. My quads, however, seem to be in terrific shape. I could do lunges and wall sits all day long. And that helps me....oh, not at all for pretty much anything I have on my plate for the summer.
And speaking of summer, do you know how many times my tentative plans for the next six months have changed? It feels like hundreds. So many things floating around out there, that I have yet to commit to a race. And aside from all the other wacky plans in the works, I'm just finding it hard to find the motivation for racing in general. I need to get to the root of this. But now is not the time. Now is the time for bed. Good night. I'm off to dream about spinach.