5/3/1: Pre-Cycle, Week Zero, Day ThreeNUTRITION
Recent entries could lead one to speculate that I am, by ‘nature,’ a nervous person. Despite this not being true, this one is no different. Yesterday I started my new job and, while I wouldn’t call it “glamorous” (restocking beer, cleaning tables, and running drinks isn’t necessarily living it up), the position entails working at an extremely well-known, -loved, and –established business with a pretty top-notch reputation, locally and nationally. Coupling that with the fact that I have zero experience in the area and the over-used phrase “the pressure is on” might have came to mind once or twice yesterday.
Since I wasn’t scheduled for training until 5:00 p.m. I was left with a substantial amount of “free” time beforehand. As it so happened, yesterday was also a rest day so I had to find something other than the iron to keep me preoccupied. Luckily, I had a lot of work to get done on my blog and my poetry and since my lunch for the day had already been made (left-over homemade chili with a peanut butter sandwich), before I knew it, I was so immersed in my writing that I had to scramble to get my things together to head to work.
When I got there, everything went quite a bit smoother than I anticipated and I think I can safely say this new endeavor is exactly where I want to be right now – great establishment, people, and atmosphere, the work is challenging in a way I’ve never been exposed to before, and it’s a good foundation for some of my bigger, and loftier, life goals.
What it isn’t great for, however, is food intake – my shifts are short (either six hours or seven hours, tops) and there’s not a lot of time to take lengthy food breaks. In fact, I’ll more than likely never be able to eat while I’m on the clock because things are always moving. This wasn’t an issue for the first four hours of my shift - I’ve always been one of those people who, when there’s work to be done, it gets done and I pay little attention to anything else.
As the night started to wind down, it suddenly hit me: I was ravenous. For the next hour, I kept checking the clock to see how long until I’d be able to get home and eat, whereas before acknowledging the guttural noises coming from my abdomen. After that initial hour, I still had one more left and, by the time I got home at 11:45 p.m., my hunger had waned into exhaustion. The day’s early anxiety, bust-ass mentality, and lack of food seemed to hit me all at once: I just wanted to go to bed to do it all over the next day.
I took one glance at MyFitnessPal account and realized this was insane. Because I hadn’t known how long my shift was going to be (I assumed since I was training it would be shorter than usual), I ate half my daily calories beforehand – giving myself enough room to either have a big dinner and dessert or two smaller meals once I got home.
Five minutes before midnight and I had 1000 calories left to eat. Six months ago, I would have made a half-hearted attempt to do this, scarfing down 5-600 and calling it a night. Not anymore. I managed to throw back 1,021 calories worth of tofu, mini-waffles, peanut butter, cereal, and flax milk within an hour.
In the eternal struggle that is Sarah D. vs. Food … Sarah D. came out victorious.TRAINING