I have been having apocalyptic dreams for the last week or two. Dreams in which I am fending off intruders, or searching for food, or retreating from rising flood waters. I don't know what this portends but it can't be good. Maybe you should stock up on essentials. You know, like beef jerky and batteries.
I hopped on the scale this morning and it sneered at me. Apparently I've gained six pounds in the last week and a half. Kind of shocking when you consider that I spent six of those days dragging a backpack up and down mountains. Less shocking when I ponder the overeating I did afterward. Hiker hunger is bad enough without the opportunities provided by faire food. Soft ice cream, a deep fried oreo, sodas, fries to die for (those I don't regret, and I will be experimenting with dill seasoning in the future), second breakfast, really big first breakfasts.. yeah. I was hungry. And I didn't hold back. But still.. six pounds?
Ah well. Back to the straight and narrow for me. JD bought me some celery. Unfortunately, when I was rooting around in the cabinet for some lunch to put in my lunchbox, I came across the astronaut ice cream. I had intended to take it backpacking but didn't because I was running low on space and high on weight. I immediately forgot about everything else and ate freeze dried ice cream. Then I logged it in Sparkpeople. Sigh. And I still had to go back and figure out lunch. Fortunately I only had the one package of ice cream in there so I didn't run into any GroundHog Day ice cream scenarios.
Hiker hunger is abating but hasn't left entirely. I suppose it will take another day or two. The hunger hit a lot harder and faster this time than last, probably because I was already dieting before I left for the trail. Weather isn't cooperating with me getting back into my regular exercise routine, which isn't helping.
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