The Stupid Wagon

Hey Kids!  I'm back to regular posting before I get reported for some kind of child exploitation.  Yesterday I learned from Miss Eating Machine that it's acceptable to post pictures of cute kids who are related to you but I was starting to feel a little creepy.

The Food
Last night I ate Jessica's Crabmeat Stuffed Eggplant.  OMG.  Seriosly, OMG.  This was genius.  I love vegetables and this covered all my bases.  I made it several days ago and the recipe is definitely doable and worth the effort.  I had to pimp it out with some spicy sauce because I'm not happy unless I can't feel my face:

Today I had this fabulous chili that my coworker gave me (apparently it's a Weight Watchers recipe):

And some leftover fruit from a meeting I scrounged up in the fridge:

Dinner tonight was an eggwhite/hot sauce bomb with carrots for eggplant hummus dippage:

Falling Off el Wagon
Not to sound like Seinfeld, but what do people really mean when they fall off the wagon?  I have been around a little while (a quarter of a century, thank you much), and I don't think I like the wagon sometimes. You can't eat copious amounts of chocolate and cookies without the guilt.  The wagon also makes one feel bad for not going to the gym when he or she is simply too lazy or tired.  The wagon can suck, right?  It's hard work running after the damn wagon and sometimes the little bugger pushes me off and leaves me in its dust.


What I mean in my ramblings is that yesterday I had an extra snack, didn't feel like exercising on my bum knee, and ate mini brownies with almond butter and dates for dessert just because I felt like it.  Nobody noticed but me.  And guess what?  I'm still alive today.  I didn't melt, I didn't eat junk all day long, I just got back up and chased that stupid wagon.  Every day can't be perfect and I certainly can't aspire to be.  I think that's where balance comes in and I hate balance sometimes.

I've had a recurring knee injury (patellar tendonitis) that basically makes my knees hurt when I do high impact activities and it started acting up this week.  This means that running has to slow down.  It also means that my brain needs to adjust and wait for my body to heal itself.  Today I ellipticalized my little heart out and rocked out on the bike to some music but it was not nearly as rewarding as my runs.  Then I did 15 real pushups and used the foam roller for my legs and went back to feeling like a diva.  Balance. 

This dessert also helped me feel tons better:

(Cottage cheese, carob chips, cocoa powder, pumpkin butter, M&M's)

The plan of attack is to increase my stretching, dig up my physical therapy exercises, focus on strength training, and see a doctor in the near future if it doesn't feel better.  Last time this injury body slammed me off the wagon, but this time it's got no chance!  Happy Weekend!

What are your thoughts on falling of the wagon?