Lots of binding this morning in yoga. Do you find that you can totally reach around and grab your hand on one side, but not on the other? So interesting how our bodies work that way. Anyway, yoga class was perfect this morning, and I’m not nearly as sore now. Yesterday, I was a bit apprehensive (read scared) about these next few weeks as I was hurting! Heck, I didn’t even know how I would make it through another day, but our teacher promised we would feel amazing by Friday. After today, I’m thinking I need to trust her more! We were told not to miss Saturday’s 2-hour class as it would include plenty of stretching, and there was mention of a 15 minute Frog pose…is that possible?!?
During the last few minutes of class, our instructor told us to increase our water intake and to make sure that we were getting protein and potassium in our diets. Roger that:
Yeah, I gave in to another plate of protein crepes today with Smart Balance Light, peanut butter, maple syrup, cinnamon, and 1 mashed banana al la Kath. Mmm…spreadable naners. Delicious! The stats: 457 calories, 13 grams of fat (27%), 33 grams of carbs (29%), and 48 grams of protein (44%).
After breakfast, I combined one can of drained and rinsed chickpeas with 1/4 cup Annie’s Teriyaki sauce, 2 shakes of cayenne pepper, 1 Stevia packet, and 1 TBSP of peanut butter and then let everything marinate in the fridge all morning. When I was ready for lunch, I brought the mix to a boil, reduced the heat, and let it simmer until most of the liquid was absorbed. Served with a side of roasted kale = happiness in my belly.
Leroy, my favorite mailman, left an abundance of goodness in the mailbox yesterday.
Sweet Casaundra of A Pinch of This, A Dash of That sent me several goodies. So thoughtful Cassie…The Funky Monkey fruits are already gone. Yum. Thank you!
Before I go, just wanted to let all my fellow bloggies now that I moved my blogroll to its own separate page. I’m really bad about keeping it updated, and so if you’re not on there, please let me know.
P.S. Y’all know I love my almond butter, but Trader Joe’s peanut butter has hijacked my nut butter addiction these days. My theory is it’s laced with crack.