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I made the mistake last night of working out before dinner. About half way through I felt like I wanted to pass out.
After the workout, I stumbled into the kitchen and settled on a small bowl of baby carrots. I think I managed to force feed about 5 of them before I had to stop and give up. Again my stomach protested, but I was able to brow beat it into accepting that my will is to not be anorexic or bulimic, damn it. Still, 5 baby carrots for dinner - that wasn't exactly what I meant when I was preaching portion control to myself.
This morning I decided I might try a David Lynch tactic. He spent months eating nothing but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. No, I'm not going to eat PB&Js, but I am going to limit my foods for the next couple of days and see if that helps things. This is getting really old really fast.
After the workout, I stumbled into the kitchen and settled on a small bowl of baby carrots. I think I managed to force feed about 5 of them before I had to stop and give up. Again my stomach protested, but I was able to brow beat it into accepting that my will is to not be anorexic or bulimic, damn it. Still, 5 baby carrots for dinner - that wasn't exactly what I meant when I was preaching portion control to myself.
This morning I decided I might try a David Lynch tactic. He spent months eating nothing but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. No, I'm not going to eat PB&Js, but I am going to limit my foods for the next couple of days and see if that helps things. This is getting really old really fast.
