the lunchtime tapeworm

I write this as I am BB messenging two other people at the same time. When did we, or more specifically I, get so darn dependent on constant communication?

So back in college, specifically, senior year, my roomies (anna, katie and mandy) and I would return from night class with a case of "tapeworm" where we would raid the pantry over and over and over again. Door open, door closed, door open...you get the idea. I have that tapeworm. These days it's called a "lunchtime tapeworm" where I come home and feed my face like I haven't eaten all day. We know this is a lie as I must consume something of substance every 3 hours like I am a diabetic or something.

Today's lunch time tapeworm consisted of 3 pb sandwiches (1 piece of bread each, folded in half with so much pb it oozes out the side) and a chocolate soy milk "juice box" Not bad, till I got my hands in the dark chocolate covered edamame container. In and out in and out of that container interspersed with the opening and closing, opening and closing of a ziplock containing these yummy pretzel thins. I know, most of you will say, geez, you're crabbing about eating all that healthy stuff? Most of you know I am a fairly "healthy eater" it's the pure QUANTITIES of food I can consume...which is the problem here and I can't stop.

This morning's workout (more on the 1/2 ironman distance later) was the 5:00am spin class. 45 minutes of spinning, or biking for the lay person. Kristen leads the class and is the BEST of all the spin leaders at Gold's. Her music selection is out of this world....and she works us the hardest. I am dripping everywhere when I am done which is JUST as I like it. I have no time for lifting after this due to my work schedule...not sure if I will swim tonight... PS I had sweet new "sugar short" bike shorts to wear this morning - I was pretty pumped for their debut and they did NOT disappoint. Best shorts I have for biking yet. I felt sooo Lance in these.

I should point out right now that I like to pretend/visualize/imagine that I am Michael Phelps when I swim and Lance Armstrong when I bike. While I still don't see myself as a runner, nor do I have an idol for this sport, I do have a craze for Kara Goucher...so I suppose I could imagine myself with long slender legs like hers....yeah, well, I said "IMAGINE."