Lunch yesterday was rough. I'm not one to eat a whole lot at one sitting - I tend to eat small meals all day long - so cramming 1.2lbs of meat down my gullet in an hour was difficult. I did it though. Not something anyone should feel proud about, unless you're in some sort of degenerate eating competition or trying to get that 50oz steak for free. But I did it.
While her dinner was delicious, it definitely set me back from the pace I need to be on. I was able to force myself to eat a couple of large chunks before bed though.
Last night I had a dream that I was drafted by a college tree-hockey team (yes I know that college teams don't draft players. It was a dream. Pay attention). While I don't recall the name of the team, the mascot was a cartoon pig, like Porky.
I’m starting to think that desperation is going to be a recurring theme over the next few days.
This morning I packed an identical lunch to yesterday, but due to running late, I was unable to weigh my bounty. I’m assuming it’s around 1.2lbs again as it takes up the same amount of room in my container. Like yesterday, my car smelled of ham. I’m quite sure I do too.
Will update later tonight or tomorrow.