Well...here I am...
...today was a case of failing to plan, but I think I did okay.
I've been trying to get to work quite earlier for the past few months. It's a quieter (more quiet?) time of day and the parking is MUCH better. If someone had told me six months ago that I'd want to get up at 4:30 am, I'd have told them they were crazy. Now...I'm the crazy one!
And...I didn't make it today. I slept until 5:05 and then felt rushed to get out the door. I didn't make up the time, so I arrived later than usual - still early but not early enough. I did take the time to make my breakfast, 4 ounces of brisket with a very high fiber tortilla - 12 grams!
That worked fine until lunch. There was no combination in the cafeteria that I could make work. Wait - let me take that back; there was a salad bar, but for some reason I couldn't deal with salad today. There was a bean and bacon soup, so I had that instead.
That worked fine until mid-afternoon when I got hungry. There's a vending machine, but I haven't bought anything from a vending machine in YEARS and I wasn't going to start today. The secretary had some trail mix-y/popcorn-y stuff, so I grabbed a handful of that...then I grabbed another.
On the way home, hubster called to tell me that he was going to be working late - like 9 pm late, so that alters dinner - though I didn't have any particular plan for dinner. After talking to hubster, I realized I had to stop and get gas because I forgot to fill up over the weekend...rather, hubster forgot to fill up my car!
Anyway, I stop to get the gas and go in to get something to drink. They have prepared food there. They had hotdogs, so I thought I'd just get a plain ol' hotdog and be done with it. I ate the hotdog on the way home.
When I pull up in the driveway, the front door is WIDE OPEN. WTH? I have folks in the house for the remodel, but I left specific instructions to not EVER leave the door open because I didn't want Maggie the Cat to get out. I was pissed and walked in fussing. I think the poor guy is still scared. However, I'm confident that he will not be leaving the front door open any more.
I putter around the house and then decide to eat the leftover slow cooked pork I made last week. After eating the pork, I decided to check the nutritional information for that stupid hotdog. According to the company's website, that stupid hotdog was 770 calories.
Now, I'm not much of a calorie counter, but holey pajoley. I would have estimated about 400 calories - I was off by HALF!! To top it off - the sodium content was almost 2000 mg!!!
So - this day was a bust on a bunch of levels. I was really only conscious about what I was doing for the first half of the day...okay, okay...only for breakfast. I should have had a more substantial lunch to stave off the munchies in the afternoon or else I should have had something suitable at work to munch on later.
There was a part of me saying that the day was still less than 100 g carb, so it's okay. That might be so, but they were shitty carbs with little to no nutritional value. Yup - that bs justification floating around in the wings.
I know better. So why don't I do better!?!?! That's the $64,000 dollar question.
I will have the brisket/tortilla thingie again and then I'll take some brisket for lunch and get a small salad from the salad bar. I'll also take some almonds with me for the afternoon.
Call me Scarlet...tomorrow is another day!