This may come as no surprise (although who knows what I’ve been writing about lately), but I’m trying to eat healthier, and while eating less goes along with that, today was a little ridiculous. And not remotely balanced. Not on purpose – it just worked out that way. I got up at 5 this morning because I had to leave the house by 6 to get to Baltimore on time (with a stop for gas and Starbucks). It was 5:50 by the time I made it downstairs showered and dressed. Not enough time for breakfast. Barely enough time to make a sandwich for lunch. So I ate a fig newton. A whole grain fig newton, yes, but only one. In my defense, it was way too early to eat. So I left the house on time (well, five minutes late, but who’s counting since I got to Baltimore with 15 minutes to spare?), stopped for gas, got my calorie-dense and not at all healthy toffee nut white mocha latte (But it’s made with skim milk! And I don’t get whipped cream! Too little, too late.), and went to work.
Small tangent. When I got to the shopping center with the Starbucks, the twinkle lights were still on in the trees. Like it was still night. I mean, I get that it was dark enough to still be night, but I don’t want to feel like I could be on my way to a dinner out when it’s really after 6am and I have to go to work. Not cool, shopping center.
It's the worst picture ever, but you get the idea.
Anyway, it was a busy day at work, and I ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich while helping someone organize user lists, and then all of a sudden it was time to drive home. In the snow. I had more work to do once I got home, and before I knew it, it was 6pm and I needed to leave for the gym by 6:15. Dinner? Not really happening. So I ate the two fig newtons I didn’t eat with my sandwich for lunch.
Let’s recap: in the course of about 12 hours, I ate 3 fig newtons, one peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a Starbucks latte. And then I went to the gym for 2 hours. This is not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. It turned out okay (I wasn’t starving, no passing out, all is good), but I came home fairly hungry. But you know what else you’re not supposed to do? Eat right before going to bed. So what did I just do? Yup. I ate half a turkey sandwich. And I forgot my chips! Damn. (I was going to put potato chips on the sandwich for crunch. SO good. Back me up here, family.)
Anyway, not a good food day. Yay I didn’t eat very much? No. Boo – I didn’t eat enough to keep a normal person alive. The last thing I need is for my body to think I’m starving myself and to store all that excess fat. I wish fat would listen to reason.