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#Whole30 #WholeLent Day 13.
Mar. 13th, 2017 08:51 amSleep: good, but fuck DST. Waking up at my normal time felt like getting up in the middle of the night. I was going to bring the dogs to the shop today, but neither one of them had moved by the time I was ready to go, so I left them at home. I didn't have the energy to prod them awake & bully them into the truck when they were so obviously comfortable where they were.
Breakfast: 4S casserole, 3 clementines, black coffee.
Lunch: leftover chicken prosciutto involtini & cauliflower mash & a lunch salad (cubed deli chicken, lettuce, carrots, peppers, cherry tomatoes, & Tessamae's creamy ranch dressing -- YUM).
Snack: coconut cream Larabar.
I went to Denver Sports Medicine to get a massage because my shoulder has just been a solid knot of pain. I ended up getting a massage, then some dry needle therapy (a torturous combination of acupuncture & electro-stim therapy) & a talk with the doctor where he let me know gently that my shoulder is a real mess & I am looking at some pretty intense physical therapy to get it fixed. This is completely fucking depressing because I thought I was doing a good job of 1) re-establishing a regular exercise routine & 2) ramping up my yardage slowly. But no, my shoulders still fucking suck.
Dinner: Cake. Whole30 fail.
Back on the wagon tomorrow.
Breakfast: 4S casserole, 3 clementines, black coffee.
Lunch: leftover chicken prosciutto involtini & cauliflower mash & a lunch salad (cubed deli chicken, lettuce, carrots, peppers, cherry tomatoes, & Tessamae's creamy ranch dressing -- YUM).
Snack: coconut cream Larabar.
I went to Denver Sports Medicine to get a massage because my shoulder has just been a solid knot of pain. I ended up getting a massage, then some dry needle therapy (a torturous combination of acupuncture & electro-stim therapy) & a talk with the doctor where he let me know gently that my shoulder is a real mess & I am looking at some pretty intense physical therapy to get it fixed. This is completely fucking depressing because I thought I was doing a good job of 1) re-establishing a regular exercise routine & 2) ramping up my yardage slowly. But no, my shoulders still fucking suck.
Dinner: Cake. Whole30 fail.
Back on the wagon tomorrow.
