Last night Kyle and I went to a small gathering at a friend's house. I successfully avoided wheat (minus a sip of my favorite seasonal beer. A sip!!) and added sugar. After a 700-cal noon workout and unavoidable after-work obligations, I didn't get dinner until 8:30 p.m. I ate a Chipotle barbacoa salad with the ferocity of a homeless person.
Today I can't get rid of the hungers. My metabolism is on another level! I kayaked this morning (and managed to twist my knee) for about an hour after only eating a few grapes and a handful of pistachios, then had an egg scramble and a few more grapes after. Within two hours I was ready for more. Celery and sunbutter, half an avocado, and a bit of smoked salmon. THEN I had pickles. THEN I had a pb &j larabar (which is the only larabar that matters).
I am thankful that there's not any junk food in the house because I would most certainly eat it all. I'm not too excited about all this food, but I eat when my body tells me.
In a few hours we're having dinner with friends. Korean food. I'm going to stick to minimal sauces, sashimi, and avoid rice. And I promise to drink just as much water as sake.
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