Day 9 proved to be the most difficult day on the trial so far. The alarm felt like a sledgehammer to the temple. I did my best zombie impression around the apartment. I prayed to no avail that my boss had cancelled the staff meeting. At Starbucks I inhaled the caffeinated aroma like a junkie but diligently ordered my smoothie to go. And then I did the unthinkably stupid.
I had Indian buffet for lunch. Mind you, dear reader, as much as I meditate I still act unconsciously at times. I was up at Motorola. The cooks at the food cafe could double as chefs for Fear Factor. Temporarily without lunch plans, I paced up and down the cafe frantically hoping for something edible. The only option was salad. I wasn't feeling salad, I wanted a meal. Graciously a co-worker whipped together a last minute group lunch at a nearby Indian restaurant.
On the scale of overdose carbohydrate meals, here are heavy lunches, there is a lunch with deep-dish pizza, and then there is a lunch with an Indian Buffet. I hadn't left the restaurant and my eyes were rolling in back of my head. A 90 minute staff meeting loomed like a spector of boredom on the horizon. I was not sure how I could possibly make it through without closing my eyes in front of the entire staff or feigning illness.
Slyly angling my phone, I was able to play in a texas hold'em tournament on my phone. Focusing on winning my phone's championship kept my eyes propped open. The train ride home I was reading and the next thing I knew I was at the station. It wasn't that I was engrossed in my book. I woke up with droll on the page, I had blacked out mid-sentence.
How do you pump up your brain and body when you are lethargic? I chose a Muscle Milk bar. It has a glycemic index of 100, so it provides a huge sugar rush to your head. I chowed one down and went to the gym. When I left the gym it was 830pm and I felt punch-drunk. There was no post-workout buzz at all.
I'm not sure how it happened but I didn't go to sleep until 1145pm. Fortunately today I feel 10x better so far. But...Mexican buffet is on the docket for lunch. I never learn!
Hola, Scott. Mexican buffet is always the answer. Perhaps you need to give yourself a day of free-ness, sleep in, eat what you want, drink espresso...
Posted by: Jose Espanada | August 28, 2008 at 05:50 AM