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Welp, it's Wednesday!

First, let me start off with saying that I do not condone daily weigh-ins. As I have written before (Choosing a Healthy Goal), choosing a fitness goal measured by how you look and feel is far more important than limiting yourself to a number on the scale. Furthermore, your body weight may fluctuate anywhere from one to five pounds at any given point in the day. That is why it is important to only weigh yourself once a week at the same time of day. For me, that's Wednesday morning before work.

So this morning was the first time I weighed myself since our return from the honeymoon. I weighed myself immediately upon our return, but we'll not discuss that here. It was unsettling.

The first week after the honeymoon, I kept telling everyone I was on the newly married, "letting myself go" diet. It worked and I enjoyed indulging myself on the honeymoon and for the first few days we were back, but then I found myself feeling lethargic and all and all, not very healthy. Your body knows when you're being unkind to it. Last Wednesday, I refrained from weighing in, in hopes that this week's numbers would be kinder.

Well, after a week of returning to normalcy, I still have four pounds of honeymooner weight on me, but I feel great. And I don't look that bad, if I do say so myself.

I've also decided to begin training for the DC Rock n' Roll Half Marathon in March. I needed a new goal, and I try, but peer pressure is too strong for me. The same person who convinced me I could run a 5k has planted this crazy brilliant idea in my head that I can run 13.1 miles. Whether or not I am dedicated enough to do it has yet to be seen.

In related news: I'm doing research on treadmills so I can run inside when it's cold and dark and scary outside. Does anyone have any recommendations?

One bonus of increased running activity is that I'm going to allow myself to eat more carbs. Spaghetti is back in my life! I have a love/hate relationship with spaghetti. I love it, but I hate how I feel when I stuff my face with carbs and then do nothing to use them to their full potential. But when I'm running a few miles a week, I need those carbs! LOVE!

So here's another recipe that I cooked up for dinner tonight. When I was growing up, a close friend's mom used to make this dish. It was always my favorite night to eat with their family. Quick, easy and delicious. Fits into a busy work day, but not short on flavor. Two recipes in one week! Lucky you!

I'm not sure where the name came from, or even if I spelled it right,
but that's what we call it and it's delicious.

Olive Oil
Salt (One of the only recipes you'll see salt used)
2 Cans of Stewed Tomatoes
Thinly Sliced Strips of Steak

In a pot on the stove, cover steak in Olive Oil and salt and pepper to taste. Add parsley, garlic and the canned tomatoes. Simmer 15 minutes until steak is done. Serve over pasta.

I prefer to serve this over whole grain angel hair pasta. Today's pasta was Barilla Plus.

Recipe makes four servings. Per Serving (Approximate): 400 calories, 10g fat, 52g carbs, and 25g of protein.


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