Yeah, apparently… that’d be me. I’m working on what was, a week ago, a perfectly normal 6 hours of sleep. I feel like I’m going to fall over. Sooooo tired. And it wasn’t like it usually is; it wasn’t because I wasn’t tired and didn’t feel any urge to go to sleep; I just didn’t get home from the ‘rents till late, and then I had stuff to take care of before going to bed (e.g. syncing my toy, tracking my food in both places, packing my lunch for today). I did it as quickly as I could manage, and still barely made it to bed by midnight. So… yeah. Tired. Grumpy. 6 unhappy, heavily lidded sheep are staring up at me today.
Sunday is a low-activity day for me. I did my Just Dance 3, so I did get my vigorous activity in for the day, but fell slightly short on just about everything but food, where I went slightly over. *sigh* Wish I’d brought a baggie of carrots instead of a cereal bar for my snack. Ah, well. Still… after that dramatic 2lb loss last week, I went back up and hovered in the 174 range all weekend. As of this morning… 173.2. So at least all my hard work on Saturday seems to have paid off. Let’s keep it that way!
Calories Burned (Target/Actual): 2263/2325. Well, at least I beat it.
Calories Consumed (Target/Actual): 1763/1787. Eesh. Stupid cereal bar!
Calorie Balance (“/”): 500/538. Oh! Well, that’s good, then!
Physical Activity (“/”): 45 minutes (30 moderate, 15 vigorous)/39 minutes (22 moderate, 17 vigorous) Feh.
Steps Taken: BMF 8000/SP 10,000/5262. OK, I freely admit that this is pathetic.
Sleep Duration: 8/6:03
So… yeah. Not my best day ever. Not the worst, either, but… not great. And though he certainly meant well, Dad sorta sabotaged me by buying me soft, unfrozen gluten-free baked goods, that require ingestion or freezing by tomorrow. I’ll eat one of each (English muffins and bagels) before the end of tomorrow, and then they’re going in the freezer. But to be fair, the ‘rents didn’t know about my new (again) devotion to health and fitness. Now they do. It’s hard on them, I know, all of my dietary BS. They try to be good to me, and between the gluten intolerance, and the fat intolerance, and now, me trying desperately to behave myself calorie-wise… they have no idea what to do with me. Mind you, with all of Mom’s health issues (diabetes and high blood pressure), she should be trying just as hard as I am, but… not so much with that.
The tummy is unhappy, this morning. The soy sauce I put on my rice at dinner last night was accidentally gluteny. It wasn’t supposed to be, but I guess I grabbed the wrong bottle out of the fridge. I’m paying for it, now. Or it could just be the stress of having a pretty good idea of how much today is going to suck. My boss is back after a week away on business, and will be going away on vacation as of Thursday, so the next three days are likely to be hellish. Feeling more than a little anxious about it.
Speaking of which, I guess I should start getting work done. If anything interesting comes to mind… I’ll be back. Otherwise, catch you tomorrow. Hopefully with less stress and more sleep.