Seriously. I'm starving. And it's 11 p.m. and I should be in bed but I am sitting here on the computer reminding myself that it is too late to eat even though I AM HUNGRY.

Sometimes I still feel all screwy about my body cues. I mean, I know that for the most part I go without feeling genuinely hungry, owing to all of the little meals I eat all day. But I am susceptible to the pratfalls that all of us with eating issues have, which includes not always being able to ascertain whether I'm having that "genuine" hunger they tells us to be on the lookout for, or is it the "boredom" hunger where I'm bored, so I eat.

I'm pretty sure I didn't eat well enough to sustain the amount of exercise I had today. We were out biking on the lake shore for two hours straight, riding in the highest temperatures of the year so far, with strong winds. Then we went to the pool for an hour to swim and cool off. Dinner was two small corn tortillas filled with ground turkey with black beans, tomatoes and corn, a spread of light cream cheese and about a half-tablespoon of light shredded cheese. Then I had a piece of the wedding cake left over from my sister's reception last night, and a half-cup of ice cream. With the exception of the ice cream, lunch was exactly the same. So I'm thinking, maybe, yes, perhaps, I didn't fuel up properly today. I took Glinny for a walk for a half-hour after dinner, too.

I just had a piece of string cheese and some frozen cherries. Still hungry.

At this point, I'm guessing that it's probably just as well I go to bed and consider it a lesson learned. Should have had more veggies, probably some more protein, before we hit the trail. I honestly did not think it was going to be the workout it was; hand to God, I kept saying that I just wanted to stroll along. No matter what I did, conditions were as such, and our distance was as such, and I'm so darn competitive, that I kept pushing and pushing. I drank water like crazy, of course. I walked in the door after it was all over and decided I didn't care if I never saw my bike again.

It's also not a great bike in any kind of condition for me to be doing rides like that. It sat outside all winter for God's sake, and I never had it tuned up. (I can sense Heather and James losing their minds over that sentence from here in Chicago. And they knew what a piece of crap my bike was back in 2003 when I rode it for the triathlon.) I should really buy a new bike, even if it isn't top of the line.

ANNNNYWAAAAY.

I'm tired. I'm going to get some water and try and sleep. And be totally pumped to make breakfast in the morning. I have smoked salmon and cream cheese that are going to be awesome in an omelet tomorrow.

Posted by Erin at 12:00 AM | filed under: Ouch