While I can excuse pigging out for the three and a half days that I was traveling, I can’t possibly explain Monday or Tuesday. I could blame it on Nicolas and being in a hotel but he left at 6:30 AM on Tuesday, way before I had the burrito, the tub of ice cream, the chocolate truffles and that big-ass dinner at home.

I was hungry. And I was tired. If I could have slept the whole of Monday and Tuesday, I would have. If I could sleep the whole day today, I would. I just feel so absolutely knackered and I don’t know why. (Could I still be digesting all the food that I had the last six days?)

But I’ve gotten up, dressed for CrossFit, packed my gym bag, filled my water bottle, and will drag myself to CrossFit through this rain if I have to.

Why am I so tired???

Whoa. I don’t know how I got through that. Well, I didn’t really. WOD was everything I couldn’t do: four rounds of one-minute pull-ups, one-minute toes to rings, etc., etc. with 30 second L-holds… Fuck that. I didn’t even bother to keep track of how many reps I was doing. Or not doing.

I was late too, on account of the traffic, so I didn’t have time to warm-up.

Finally ate something but still feeling a bit woozy. I’m guessing it could be the smoking. I smoked too much over the last few days and struggled with not lighting up when I was on my own yesterday. As I write, I have a pack of cigarettes in my bag and am resisting the urge to go outside and smoke. My skin has already turned to shit, and I noticed that I am the only one who coughs when trying to catch my breath at CrossFit. Argh!

I think I’ll have some peanut butter to feel better… 🙁