What happens when I feel put-upon, when I feel like I have no time for myself, when life consists of nothing but working out, working working working, getting home late, and going straight to bed—oh and let's throw in a few unwarranted criticisms by certain people—what happens is that my nutrition falls apart.
My nutrition was STELLAR this week. S T E L L A R!!! Five fruits and veggies every day! Protein galore!
Until today when I ran out of food.
Let's take a close look, cuz I know you are hanging on every word here:
Breakfast: Well, Friday is my one day of the week to sleep late (7 a.m.!) so I did. I skipped my usual small bowl of plain oatmeal with soy milk that I eat every single day of my life, so that I could make the bus so that I'd be at work with enough time to prep for a 9 a.m. meeting. I thought I'd grab a bagel along the way. No chance, too late.
10:30: I am starving, and thought I had a yogurt stashed in the fridge at work. Nope! But some
1:30: I remember I have a store-bought vegetarian pasta/soy thing in the fridge. Real food! Yay!
1:36: Um, scarfed that down. Now, what's for lunch?
2:30 I am so mad about nonstop working. And I'm starving again. (BTW, I realize that everytime I say "I'm starving"? I realize that I am nowhere near starving. Nowhere.) Oh look, it's our subsidized vending machines! Where everything is $.25!!! How HELPFUL. And there's a dark chocolate candy bar! I don't even want it. But I think I deserve it. And the voices in my head say dark chocolate=blahblahhealthyblah.
3:00 Start with the cups of tea. This is to forestall more eating.
7:00 p.m. I am finally finished with work. And mad. Because it's Friday, and I've been here for 11 hours. And yes, I am now starving again.
7:20: High-tail it to bus depot, just in time to see my bus pulling out. Which means a 15-minute wait. Sigh.
8:00 p.m. Finally home. I have two small servings of leftovers, neither of which will make a meal in itself: tofu meatloaf (don't bash it 'til you've tried it) and poached salmon. I could nuke a sweet potato to go with, but that? Is too much trouble. Pushing a button is too exhausting. A sorry state of affairs. So I have surf 'n soy—with nothing else. This is not dinner.
8:15 p.m. Glory be, I'm starving again. Let's try cheese and crackers.
8:45 p.m. If you guessed that I was still hungry? You win! Break out the vanilla soy yogurt!
8:46 p.m. Hey, you know what would turn this into dessert?? CHOCOLATE CHIPS! Which I happen to have in the freezer!!! Whee!!!
And that, ladies and germs, was today's exceptionally sorry and sad intake.
I'm sure it really fueled me up for tomorrow's 10 miler.
I shamefacedly share this story because I hope to inspire you: Don't grow up to be like me.
Suddenly? I don't feel so hot.
1) Buy enough food to keep at work. 2) Stop working so hard.