Rahl is HONGRY AT WORK.

Hear that? My stomach just let out a mean little growl, the kind those small fat Japanese cats with the short fat limbs make. Or I imagine they make.

I'm at work. I've been here since 8:00am, and I'll be here until 5:00pm. It's an exhausting nine-hour day. I'm eating normally: I had a bowl of cereal before I left home, and an apple about an hour ago. Lunch shouldn't be for another hour, but I'm hungry, and I mean serious freaking hungry. And it's my own damn fault.

After my surprise deficit Wednesday night, I decided to add another few hundred calories in deficit so I can enjoy myself at a friend's boozy soiree this evening. I also put in a really good workout--day 3 of the first week of month one of my beginner tri training. Unfortunately, I seem to have gone a little too far under calories. My deficit yesterday was 650 under the 500+ I'm cutting out just for weight loss. Definitely under my BMR, which is a no-no, and I'm just praying that I can make up the deficit this weekend without totally screwing anything up (i.e. getting sick at the gym).

I think I need to create myself a pseudo-calorie cycle so that I can have extra calories for drinks on weekends without getting too crazy cutting back during the week. Or just map out weeks when I know I have a dinner or a family event so I have a little wiggle room. I can't stop life for my diet. I've tried, and maybe that's one of the reasons I kept failing.