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Narcolepsy

I am SO tired.

I am this close to closing my door and curling up under my desk. I'm serious. This close. I can barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a reasonable time, slept well, woke up a little later than usual so I got extra sleep and yet I'm about to do a face plant on my keyboard. I didn't even work out that hard yesterday. I'm blogging to see if I can get any energy out of the creative process. So far no good. The industrial grade carpet is still calling to me. "Saaassy Paaants... You know you want to wake up with your face all waffley and your arms stuck in horribly stiff configurations. Not to mention having your boss walk in on you drooling on yourself." Oh yes, I definitely do. Sign me up.

Let's see. Creative process. Creative process...Nothing is coming to me.

Oh, I know. I need your help. I apparently have no willpower whatsoever and have not lost a single pound or ounce since I began running like a fiend. Yes, I recognize that some of that is based on muscle gain but in reality, it's mainly because I've given myself permission to eat like a pig. Or at least a piglet. I'm running! I need fuel! Yes Sassy, that is true. But a box of Devil Dogs does not count as fuel. So, maybe if I state it here that I am cutting down on refined sugars it will actually stick. I managed to stop myself from getting or making a mocha latte this morning so that's a first step. I think it might be time to renew the good old food journal. I'm sure I think I'm eating better than I actually am.

So far today: cinnamon raisin bagel, cream cheese, decaf coffee with only one sugar. It could have used two packets but I'm cutting back. Not all the way yet, I'm not a masochist people. Also, what you have to know is that I realize this breakfast is heavy on the carbs but what I passed up was worse. What I really wanted was a mocha latte and a chocolate croissant. So leaving the store with what I got was actually quite good.

I don't know if I'm more awake now but I have to get work done. I think I'll take a walk and check my mail. Maybe that will help.

Comments

Anonymous said…
i had this problem for a long time (5 months) when i started working out. i dropped three pants sizes but lost about a pound. and it's because i went up to something like a 2500-calorie diet that, let's face it, wasn't chock full of healthy goodness.

so now, i get up a little early, eat breakfast at home, and make myself bring a turkey sandwich for lunch every day.

that way, if i can keep it even reasonably healthy for dinner four or five out of seven nights (and i have a decent workout), i can knock off a pound or two a week, more if i'm more sensible with the dinners.

and as for suger, splenda works wonders. even people who kinesthetically test poorly for saccharin and nutra-sweet test well for splenda, since it's derived from actual sugar.
Anonymous said…
have not lost a single pound or ounce since I began running like a fiend

feh. Throw out the scale.
Sassy Pants said…
It's not really the scale that worries me so much as the pants I bought a month or so ago that no longer fit. They fit when I bought them.

Dang it!

And I still want to take a nap. I think I'm skipping my run today, going straight home and going to bed even though it is a gorgeous day. If I didn't have a presentation to do at 4 I'd be taking a half day.

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