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You'd think I would know this....

I was up again (yes, that was the scream you heard late Tuesday afternoon).... but only minimally. But then my friend MH, the receptionist, said something afterwards that made me say, "Well, DUH! Why didn't I make the connection?" She asked what kind of activity I had done and I said, "Well, I didn't yesterday, I had a massage, but usually on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I lift weights....."

MH said, "Um, you know, I had much better luck doing yoga on Monday instead of weights...."

And it clicked. DUH......... Glycogen. Nasty, nasty glycogen that holds 4-5 times its weight in water! Alllllll day Tuesday, after a Monday strength training session, it just takes in whatever I send its way.... or sucks it right out of my cells and hangs on for life.

She may be on to something there. But I'll be danged if this is gonna beat me!!

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This past Sunday morning, I had my first practice run for our bike trek. Sheri and I covered 7.5 miles. My biggest obstacle? A couple of hills and a numb rear end. The standard bike seat and my tushie just did not get along. Luckily I had purchased a replacement beach-cruiser style seat and put that on the bike on Sunday night. MUCH better on my little ride around the neighborhood last night! So we are planning to try another trek this coming Sunday morning as one last big prep for our ride on the 14th.

Hard to believe -- I used to go all over the place on my bike until I got a car. Even as large as I was, I always enjoyed biking around town. Who knows, maybe this will be the start of a new love of biking? My friend Jen from Boston -- who has always biked for as long as I have known her -- has given me some awesome tips!

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And a recipe ..... I didn't take pictures because honestly, it took so little time and I didn't think to grab the camera.

Figs are one of those fruits that just doesn't seem to get a lot of press ...... except in fig preserves or Fig Newtons. In fact, that was my first exposure to figs (the Newtons). I never liked fig preserves as a child, because I was so into strawberry jam/preserves (still a fave) or grape jelly (YECH!). But as an adult, I have grown to like them. And I have seen a lot of recipes for a fig pizza -- mostly with goat cheese and caramelized onions, or with bacon.

I wanted to see if I could make a mini version of it that would be just enough for one or two to enjoy -- SUCCESS!!!

Mini Fig & Chevre Pizzas


Serves one or two persons

1 whole-wheat sandwich thin, split to make 2 discs
2 Tbsp chevre (goat cheese)
2 figs
1 tsp honey

Preheat oven to 375. On each of the sandwich thin halves, place 1 Tbsp of chevre and 1 fig, sliced thinly. Drizzle each with a half-teaspoon of honey. Bake for about 5-7 min or until cheese is melted but not bubbling. For extra taste, you can add a few leaves of arugula or spinach to each half.

WW PointsPlus: 7 for both halves (one person) or 3 per half (two people).

ENJOY!!

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