I've been paying really close attention to how I feel both physically and emotionally over the past couple of days based on what I eat, by delicately tweaking my diet and reflecting on the slight cues from my body. Last night I decided to toss this whole delicate nonsense because being delicate is for losers, I guess...?
I volunteer with the teenage girls at my church and last night was our activity night. I got home from work and fixed myself a big salad, figuring I might have something else small after the activity when we met up with some friends for bar trivia. It turned out that trivia didn't work out, but Jason and a couple of friends went to the Texas Roadhouse for their Wednesday night steak special.
After my activity ended, I met them at the Roadhouse. I wasn't hungry enough for a whole dinner so I got a buffalo chicken wings appetizer. First mistake. Turn out The Roadhouse's buffalo chicken is really buffalo sauce-coated breaded chicken. Breaded. Oh well. So much for the high-protein appetizer I expected. I ate all the celery and most of the chicken, though, because I was hungry.
Second mistake. Downing a couple of the decadent Roadhouse rolls before I really thought about it. I can't be sure if it was the rolls or the breading (though I'm leaning toward the rolls), but by the time I got home, I already felt bloated and Jason can attest to my irritability.
This morning I had a total carb hangover. I felt tired and sluggish. For the last few days I've been waking up a little bit before my alarm. It's not that I didn't want to stay in bed on those mornings, but I felt awake and ready to get up. This morning I just could not get out of bed. I finally got up at 8:15 and sped through my morning routine to finally get to work by 9:15. Lame.