Eggs, eggs and more eggs

I have decided I'm not a hard-boiled egg fan, and I'm eating a lot of hard-boiled eggs.  Scrambled, yes. Fried, yes. Hard-boiled, nope.  Hard-boiled is the easiest form of eating the egg...already cooked and ready to pop in the pie hole, but after 3-4 every other day, they aren't quite that tasty.  I'm going to get creative with my eggs this week.

Today I spent my time cheering on Marla Womble, one of my 4:30 CrossFit sisters, in her first novice competition.  She did an awesome job.  Being at the competition and seeing all the hard working athletes makes me feel proud to be a part of a wonderful community.  CrossFit is competitive but for me, it's mostly about competing against myself, doing better each workout, making PRs, getting more efficient in my movements/lifting, and that's what keeps me going back every day.  That, and of course, the wonderful people that have entered my life that I now consider "family".  

This detox is getting better.  I packed food to take with me to the competition today.  I was able to pack a 2 brick snack and a 4 brick lunch, but by 4:30, I was needing to eat.  Thankfully the day was done and I got home and ate more...eggs.  Yep, those damn eggs.  I'm only really craving Diet Coke.  I had a few sips of a Monster energy drink today (no sugar), but threw most of it in the trash.  I think that helped a little.  

After I got home, I made my grocery list for tomorrow.  I'm ready to tackle the grocery store and get my meals ready for a new week.  At least now I kinda know how much food to buy and after figuring out brick meals, shopping should be easier.  It may be an interesting one.  My dad called around 7:30 and said he was back in the hospital.  One of his incision sights where he had a feeding tube became infected and ruptured so he's getting it checked out.  If the infection is internal (which they are doing a scan to determine), then they will move him back to the hospital downtown and do surgery.  Let me tell you, I've been in a situation with diets and hospitals and it never goes well, but no matter what, I will be a brick-eating, detoxing lady.   I just know dad will be okay, so no worries.