Chicken Parm & Alarm Clocks

Another morning workout is in the books. In all honesty, when my alarm went off this morning at 5:30a, I immediately sat up and let out a whiny, ‘I’m tiiiiiiired!’. I reset my alarm for 7a and laid back down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was wide effing awake and decided to get up.

It was as if I immediately defaulted to being ‘tired’ within .6 seconds of waking up. I almost didn’t give myself the opportunity to wake up! Crazy.

The workout itself was great. I did three miles of intervals — 3 minutes running @ 4.5 / 2 minutes walking @ 3.8 plus a 5 minute cool down. I was in and out in forty-five minutes. I even managed to refill the tire before I got home and stopped at the store for some bottled water. I made the usual trek to Shaw’s before heading into work and picked up some Chobani and watermelon. Yum, yum. I’m toying with the idea of having salad for lunch since I went out to dinner with a few past co-workers and indulged in a Chicken Parm sammie.

The best part? It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill grease pocket. The chicken breast was breaded, baked, and smothered in fresh, chunky marinara sauce with a layer of fresh Buffalo mozzarella cheese. It was nicely portioned atop a baked slice of bread — open-faced style. Nom, nom, nom!

Such a good choice, if I do say so myself.

In other (more exciting) news: my period has been completely regular for the last few months and it’s awesome! Look, I’ve had my period since I was ten years old and never has it been regular (ever) so I am allowed the celebrate the fact that I can literally pin-point the day it’s going to arrive! Rather than being cursed with it a few days early each month (which probably meant more periods over the course of my lifetime!), it’s now pretty freakin’ predictable. I’m thinking it’s the exercise.

WAHOO!