Well, I messed up yesterday. As normal, I had planned my meals ahead of time. I had a smoothie for breakfast with 2 vegan muffins (based on the Lemon Raspberry Muffins). For lunch I had Red Lentil Dal with Rice and then Butter Pecan ice cream. So far, so good. However, I diverged from my supper plans.

Jaeger and I went for a short hike later in the afternoon. On the way back to the car, I got the urge to make cookies (it just seems like a traditional way to end Sabbath ). In my head, I calculated it out and decided I probably had enough calories left to have a supper consisting of two cookies and a cup of hot chocolate (no, not healthy but within my calorie tolerances).

Unfortunately, I can’t make cookies without snagging raw cookie dough. I hadn’t counted on this when figuring out if I could afford to eat cookies or not. I estimate that I probably ate the equivalent of two cookies in dough before they even got baked. I knew I should probably just quit and call those my two cookies (especially since these are Jaeger’s favorite cookies, not mine) but that felt like deprivation.

Just as the cookies were coming out of the oven, some friends of ours called and invited us over to their house. They had apple pie. Long story short, for supper I had 2 raw cookies, 3 baked cookies and a slice of apple pie. I estimate that this exceeded by daily calorie goal by around 630 calories.

While the calorie part bothers me, what bothers me worst about the whole experience is toward the end I wasn’t hungry. I was just eating. I got home and was planning to go to bed but my stomach was extremely unhappy at the abuse I had put it through. I got back out of bed and exercised for about 30 minutes. It was a little happier by the time I went to bed but I still didn’t sleep well. I really need to work on remembering how sick I feel when I eat too much.

Oh well, another day, another calorie goal