This will sound like a complaint and it--well, it kind of is. Mea culpa. I have hit the wall. A sick wife and sick dog finally took their toll, and I am sick. I have a wicked sinus infection, and I am wiped out. I didn't even go to work for two days. That's how you know I'm sick. I have a very strong guilt complex.
Anyway, here's something I've learned. When I don't feel good, I tend not to take great care of myself. You can't even imagine the bad stuff I ate yesterday. It wasn't even very good. And such small portions! (Right.)
I figure yesterday was worth something like 3400 calories. That's about 700 more than I'm supposed to have. (I'm a big guy.). I say "I figure" because I tracked nothing yesterday. I just have not had the energy to do anything, and I couldn't bear the hassle of tracking. Funny, because it's not particularly hard.
Still, I am, for the moment, the one who has to keep the house running. (I don't resent it. I mean, I have my moments, but they are truly only moments). So I went to the grocery after I saw my doc (Z Pack!). DiGiorno has a new thing--frozen pizza that comes with breadsticks. Did I get it? You betcha. Did I know my wife wouldn't want it--of course. She doesn't eat red meat. The good news is, while I ate the whole pizza (1800 calories!), I didn't eat the breadsticks. I'm ok eating the occasional giant meal, but for 1800 cals, I wish I'd ordered from my local place. This one wasn't that good.
It's a new morning. I am feeling marginally better. Oatmeal for breakfast, and I am going to make sure I don't eat a bunch of crap out of boredom or self-pity. I'm going to track this stuff, too. We'll see how it goes.