Ooh, the pain.

So the past two weeks while I was out of town, I went to the crappy hotel gym and did cardio, but I did no strength training whatsoever. The first week, I brought my resistance bands and everything, but I never could make myself use them. By the second week I had just given up.

Yesterday, already sore from my first bout with Yoga in 4 months, I started lifting again. It was fine when it was happening. And then I woke up this morning.

You know how the pain is worst on the second day after you do something? Well I'm in my second day with my Yoga pain and my first day with my lifting pain and it is bad. I fully intended to go to Yogilates class tomorrow night, but if I feel like this I'm definitely skipping it. I know the pain means I'm doing something, but that doesn't make me like it.

I was doing a pretty kick ass job on my carb restriction yesterday until dinner. Blake's grandparents were passing through town, so they took us to dinner. I looked over the menu and tried to get the least horrible thing that I could eat (I'm quite picky), but it was too hard. I had it narrowed down to a turkey melt w/ fries (I think fries would probably be the absolute worst thing to eat), a spinach pizza (I would eat the entire thing, and that's a lot of dough and cheese), and proscuitto and cheese ravioli. I went with the ravioli, knowing that at the most there would be 8 ravioli on my plate so I'd have some kind of portion control. I only ate 6 of them, and one piece of french bread with our mussel appetizer. Not too terrible. And delicious. We went to the Village Tavern and it reminded me of Wake. Good times.