WARNING: Exercise related endorphins can be addictive.
Tonight was supposed to be a girls’ night out, but due to some very understandable circumstances my friends and I decided to reschedule for next week. I should have spent my night at home writing a book proposal, but I figured I had time for a quick Zumba class before I took the train back to my laptop.
(Confession: I think I may be using exercise as a form of professional procrastination.)
Sixty minutes of sweat, dancing, and a whole lot of mood boosting endorphins later I was feeling like a rock star and thusly decided to stay for the next class, a class called Diesel—45 minutes of strength training with intermittent step aerobics. I should have been scoping the gym in hopes of convincing someone to give me a piggyback ride to the subway, but actually I was still all hopped up on happy hormones and actually considered walking from Midtown Manhattan to Brooklyn. Don’t worry, I thought better of it. By the time I left the gym I was seriously overdue for some dinner and decided the subway was the shortest distance between me and my refrigerator.
I’m definitely going to be sleeping like a baby tonight (a baby that actually sleeps, not the kind that wakes up every couple of hours). No more Zumba till I finish my book proposal, I need to get that sucker done!
Smoothie with lowfat kefir, banana, strawberries, and pineapple
Ezekial sprouted grain bread, hummus, cucumber
Arugula, goat cheese, sunflower seeds, beets, onion, orange vinegar
I had planned on making soup tonight to go with the salad, but I was just too tired to actually cook.
Exercise: 60 minutes of Zumba, 45 minute Diesel class