Death before Breakfast

The one thing I’ve noticed since I’ve been keeping myself on that “several small meals in a day” routine? I’m hungry a lot more often. A lot. Seems it doesn’t take long for a body . . at least my body . . to get used to consuming food every 2-3 waking hours. Couple that with the increase in weight training and aerobic exercise that I’m doing - - my body has become a demanding food vessel.

Feed me, Seymore! (ya had to see the movie)

This morning when I woke up, I was absolutely ravenous! But! I waited and let breakfast with coffee be my morning reward. I washed my face. Brushed my teeth. Grabbed a bottle of water. Set my iPod to the Black Eyed Peas and on the treadmill I went for a full 25 minutes at 2.5mph today. I’d like to work myself up to 3.0mph over the next week, but I decided not to push it. With my new plan of hopping on that treadmill first thing in the morning, I’m assaulting my body enough as it is.

Afterwards, I went upstairs and made myself breakfast. 4 Egg white omlete seasoned with chives, sea salt and fresh ground pepper; 2 low-sodium turkey sausage patties, 1 slice of whole wheat toast with a smear of butter (of the “I Can’t Believe It’s Not” variety) and a sprinke of cinnamon and splenda. I gobbled all of that down with a large ass glass of grapefruit juice and my coffee.

I’m stuffed. But in 2-3 hours? My body will feel like it hasn’t eaten in days.

How is a person supposed to keep up?