Woke up at 4:30 ish again, surprise it was the mother-in-law rattling her gate again. Her internal clock seems to get her up around 4:00-4:30 every day. Becky gets up and takes her to the bathroom, afterwards nether of us really sleep well. I usually can’t even go back to sleep.
Breakfast was 2 scrambled eggs and a chopped up sausage patty, then headed to the gym for cardio/arms/back/abs. The cardio workout was tough. I felt like I was off my pace, my legs hurt, and I was breathing hard. It turned out that I beat Tuesday by.03 miles, so I guess I wasn’t to far off pace. It was tough though. I think the lack of sleep and stupidly low calorie intake from yesterday took a toll.
After I got home from the gym, I started thinking that I really need to find more calories without adding more fat and carbs. I decided to eat a raw carrot, something I hadn’t done since I was a wee child. I didn’t enjoy it, but didn’t gag and managed to get it down. I’m going to try to repeat the process a couple times a week.
So moving on to dinner, I sort of blew it. I was pretty hungry and wanted to make sure I had enough energy for rehearsal (a problem in the past). I heated up some Chicken Taquitos and ate too many. Well, I forgot to check the nutrition label. Had I stuck to a single serving (5 of them) I would have been fine, but I had 9 of them instead… Nothing I can do now. I’m still way under on calories, but way over my target on carbs.
Finished off the evening with an apple to help with the meds…
Stats for the day:
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Calories, Total Fat, Sat. Fat, Trans. Fat, Total Carbs, Fiber, Sugar, Net Carbs, Protein, Sodium (mg)
1384,78,19.9,0,124.6,14.1,27.1,110.5,48.2,2186
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