Anyhow, I owe you a post about my amazing Farmer's Market find! Saturday morning Heather and I decided to get our produce on at the Greensboro Farmer's Market. It was a really great day for it: sunny, warm, bustling. I had my eyes peeled for some SPs and asparagus. Unfortunately the asparagus was a little too rich for my blood (or wallet), so I focused on the SPs. There they were, dirty and just out of the ground in big boxes labeled $15. Was it love at first sight? For .49 a lb this was a dealio to be sure. Even though my hypertrophy diet ends in a week I'll be on it again in 6 weeks, and those dry magical roots have a great shelf life. I perused the stands for other SP varities and got a few purple and white SPs as treats for the week. I had one of the white ones yesterday morning and I still can't figure out what it reminds me of, but it tastes like sweet potato plus something else. It will probably come to me at some random time, like when I'm famished on the treadmill today. I don't think I scrubbed the purple one I had for lunch yesterday thouroughly enough. It had a nasty bitter after taste. Mmm pesticides? Heather claims they build character.
Another special find was Spaghetti Squash. My diet allows me the option between black beans and spaghetti squash in meal 2, but I've never dared to go the squash route for three reasons. 1) I can never find this squash 2)Goya low sodium black beans are .97 a can at Walmart le cheap! 3) squash preparation sounded intimidating. Well at the FM Heather spotted one of these rugby-ball shaped yellow friends and I decided I'd get it to try it out. Yesterday I googled how to cook them - it wasn't actually that hard (and apparently you can even crock pot them!). I just cut the squash in half and gutted it (yeah, sounds nasti and violent buahaha). Then I placed the halves face down on a piece of tin-foil and placed them on a cookie sheet in the oven at 375 degrees. 45 minutes later I removed my golden goodness and raked a spoon into the fleshy innards. When I was done the thin squash skin was all that was left, expertly cleaned by Chef extraordinare fitNasti. I spent an awkward half hour chatting with Jamey on facebook and pulling the seeds out of the squash bowels to roast. I don't think I'm allowed to have the seeds, but there's a tasty handful of crunchiness in a minitupperware container for Heather. Something to spice up a salad perhaps? I haven't tried my squash yet, but I'll have it at 8:30am and let you know how it goes. Maybe tomorrow I'll microwave it with some cinnamon... Reminds me of the text I got from my girl Mare on Friday about her new found affinity to sprinkle cinnamon on everything - including meats. Yes, been there ... cinnamon really does taste good on everything, especially 2 weeks out from a show - she's almost to FAME! There are so many beautiful, wonderful girls who are going to be at the show: Mare, Jenn, Leslie, Tara, Jillian and my fiesty Maria! Jill is a show sponsor and asked me to volunteer behind stage, so May 28th I'm in for a backstage marathon. I think it'll be pretty fun and Kelly Vargo and Faziah will also be there to hang with in the sidelines and the other girls strut the stage.
Can you believe it's been one month today from my last show? It feels way closer than that - like it was a week ago or something. Maybe that's why training for this show feels so much different. Mentally I feel a lot different going into this show. First I don't feel so uptight, which is a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because for serious I did not need to be that high strung, but my circumstances fueled it. I'm getting better sleep, I'm not as stressed, and I'm much leaner at 7 week out for this show then I was for the last one. 7 weeks out last show was the dead of winter in February and I was freezing my booty off as I ran back and forth from my dorm to the gym at dark o'hundred hours to get my sweat and muscle on. Was I insane? This morning when I woke up I was all oscar the grouch about the weather, letting it make me sluggish and not want to work out. How did I ever do this?! I've been having that thought a lot recently as I muscle up the mental energy to do anything - when did I lose my mojo? I used to do it all unflinchingly, but now I have to beat myself into submission to make myself get on the treadmill or stairmaster. In the end I feel super guilty, like I ought to have a pavlovian reaction to the thought of cardio and just bust it out at a moment's notice. I don't know how many other people are like this, but have you ever felt guilty for thinking something mean about someone else? Well, my guilt about cardio is sort of like that - if I don't want to do it I feel like I haven't done it at all - which is guilt city. I keep telling myself that I'll feel better after I do it (although I fundamentally do not believe that, hence my problem). I also tell myself that it's only 30 minutes and remind myself of the terrible days of 1.5 hours of cardio and how much easier this is. I repeat my favorite Jamey mantra of "you can push through this with a broken foot". Yes I can. That's really how I feel sometimes. I told Heather yesterday: I get that the diet and exercise is hard for everyone, but I feel like for me it's the comparison between walking up a mountain with legs and thinking "this really sucks" and climbing up a mountain with no legs and thinking "this really sucks". It's just this danged diet and my whacked metabolism - if only I could burn fat more efficiently! At least I keep my precious precious muscle?
Today is a heavy heavy leg day with Kim at 1pm when I get off work at the library for an hour. I am going to try my best to pound the treadmill right after, instead of waiting 'til 5, but we'll see how it all turns out with that crunch time. I sort of like crunch time better, it's more motivating to fit everything in! I'd like to get my sweating all done mid-day and go tan at 5 instead. Maybe that will be enough motivation to pound those cardio minutes out!
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