Coming clean.

Confession time.

I don't always do all my workouts that Jen gives me.

I can hear your horrified gasps.

I try to. But, sometimes the swims (and lifts) get pushed aside in my mom-world of sick kids, didn't-get-any-sleep-last-night-so-there's-no-way-in-heck-I-am-getting-up-at-5am-to-stinking-SWIM nights, the I'd-like-to-see-Mike-at-night-instead-of-doing-a-core-workout days.

And sometimes, I cut the workouts that I do short. Yes, you heard me. Short.

Now that is mostly just pure laziness.

Granted, this is not often and not a habit. But it does happen.

It has to. Triathlon is not my job.

Someone has to be Chief Laundry Officer of Parker Incorporated.

Oh, yeah and something else.

My diet.

Not so good. I thought it wasn't too bad. But, then I read Jen's post about Bird Food and realized that is all I ate. Pria bars were the base of my food pyramid. Then I wrote down everything I ate for a few days and emailed that to Jen. She seemed to think that I had um, let's say, a little work to do cleaning up my diet. (I eat way, way too many processed things, not enough protein, or vegetables.)

Feels much better now that is off my chest. :)

So why am I spilling the beans? Accountability for one.

I really want to race well at USAT Nats in less than a month and plan on working my butt off until then. By (1) doing all my workouts AS PRESCRIBED. No cheating. No cutting it short, etc. (2) cleaning up my diet. Eating more healthfully. And smarter. I am such a creature of habit that I just eat what I have always eaten for most meals without thinking about what is in it. Regardless of whether or not it was good for me. Or if it fueled my body for the hard workouts that I was doing. Then 10 minutes later I would be starving again.

Time for a change. Yahoo!

This is completely unrelated, but we just got back from visiting my brother at his lake house in Michigan for a party he hosts every year called, Lobsterfest. It is awesome, a ton of fun, people and yeah, lobsters. Duh.

Long, long drive. But the highlight was passing by Big Bone Lick State Park in Kentucky. And cracking up like 8 year olds. Twice.