Eating R Hardz

I'm thinking I may actually devote an entire post to The Feeder, which may mean shortening my novel from earlier today, and put it into a Feeder post. :)

I talk a lot sometimes.

Okay, ALL the time.

I need to break it up. Woo.

So today, I went with the "just skip dinner altogether" option.  Figures.

That landed me with 196 kcals today (2.5 grams of fat --- 31 grams of carbs, with 13 of that fiber --- 17 grams of protein).

I have this master plan in my head where I'll start doing regular exercise and eat 1,000 - 1,200 calories a day, and be all healthy-ish about slimming down to a very-thin-but-not-sickly weight. And at my body size (I'm a wide-framed 5'11" FML) and the amount of running around I do at work (eeeeerrrrrgggghhhhh, I'm tired!) 1,000 - 1,200 calories plus exercise is still a restricted diet.  I would lose weight, no question.  I would technically probably be starving myself.

I say it.  I think it.  I just can't DO it.  Because even though it would spell success, it would feel too much like failure.

Lame.

So here was today for real:

Fun Fact: even though my eyelids are drooping right this very moment, once I lie down I'm probably going to be up half the night from the amount of diet Pepsi I've consumed today. And I've got a 13-hour shift tomorrow that starts at 8:00am. Everything is just stupid.  Or maybe just I am.