In a bad way.

I’ve got the loves Jones for cookies lately.

Stress eating, maybe?

If only my daily caloric level would tolerate the amount of cookies I’d need to eat in order to be satisfied.

Or even just be not hungry every hour or so.

I’d wreck a family pack of OREOS right now.

But instead I’ll just eat 8 cups of honey nut Cheerios.

Dry.

Poured a cup at a time into a plastic drinking cup so I can dump them directly into my mouth.

Like a baby.

Holy fuck I’m tired.

My shit is wrecked from the workouts already this week.

And today just happens to be syncing up with upper body day in workouts.

I have a ton of shit to move for clients today.

And even more errands to run in between all the moving shit.

I’m really going to need my watch to keep up with me.

This whole getting “5 miles” in a day thing is for the birds.

I’m going to have to just walk all weekend long, nonstop, to catch back up.

So much for rest days.

I may get some rest next week.

But definitely not this week.

Sigh.

All right.

Time to get moving.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC