You know, the problem with all this working out is that I cannot, for the life of me, eat enough to curb my hunger. Yesterday, I shoveled forkful after forkful of food into my mouth. As soon as one meal ended, I was looking for snacks. I drank tons of water (and a fair amount of coffee). It simply wasn’t enough.

So, am I correct in thinking that my increased appetite is directly related to my increased daily movement? Like, my body suddenly realized that, holy shit, I’m actually burning calories, and I just might want to replace them? I don’t know. I suspect my theory is right, but I’d love to hear from other people who’ve experienced the same phenomenon.

And, in related news, I think I have the dreaded “Summer-time Cold,” which means, I don’t feel like moving. At all. Jude and I took a quick bike ride to the beach this afternoon, and I had planned on practicing yoga tonight, but just the though of sun salutations makes my head feel like it’s going to explode, so I think I’ll be taking the night off.

Now, off to raid the refrigerator. Again.