Most people probably mastered the art of omelet making in middle school, but I guess you could call me a late bloomer in the kitchen. I made my first-ever omelet tonight.

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It’s not pretty, but it was delicious. Egg whites, spinach and tomato-and-basil feta cheese, on a whole wheat Flat Out wrap.

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With a few tortilla chips, salsa and a bowl of fruit.

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The good: The omelet wrap was so filling! I love it.

The bad: What can you do with those yolks besides throw them out? It seems a little wasteful.

The ugly: Eggs have always given me pause when I really stop and think about the fact that I’m eating another creature’s ovum. In fact, I probably did not eat any eggs for about five years. It’s only been recently that I’ve been eating them, because I know they’re such an excellent source of protein, but they’re definitely not a regular part of my diet. Until now. I’m getting over my ick factor.

I’ve had the same issues with milk, too (it’s meant for calves, not people) but that’s never stopped me from eating dairy. And, ironically, I love meat. Especially on the bone. I love cracking open crab legs. It’s primal. The food just tastes better. And yet I have egg issues.

Strength training update: Nothing beats progress — like being barely able to get into a plank position a few weeks ago to being able to hold one for 30 counts three times tonight! And I haven’t been doing planks, I’ve been lifting. As much as I hate it, I’m going to continue to tolerate it.

Bed time — I didn’t get much sleep last night and my running this morning really suffered.