Eat. Sleep. Eat. Repeat.

For the past week or so, my appetite has been insatiable. Literally, day or night, even after I've just had a meal, I want to eat. This past weekend, for instance, I'm pretty sure I was eating every hour on the hour. Nothing is off limits -- anything and everything has been consumed as of late. Partially, I blame National Peanut Butter Day for giving me lots of delicious peanut buttery ideas, many of which I've tried. And for the most part, I eat healthily... just sometimes too much. 

But mostly, I think my body is craving the insane amount of calories I've been putting in it, even on the days I'm not outputting those calories. It's a vicious cycle -- I want to eat enough, more than enough, really, to run effectively, but I need to find the balance so that I'm not eating WAY more than I need to be and gain weight. I really don't want to run with extra poundage on my body if I don't have to. 

I've been doing a lot of reading about carb-loading, what to eat after my runs, etc., but I haven't been paying as much attention to how MUCH I've been eating. Conundrum. 

Also, I've realized that I'm going to have to put myself on a strict 10 p.m. bed time for at least this week, and maybe up until race day. I am a sleeper. I value my sleep. I do not function well without sleep. And I am a firm believer that it is better to use up eight whole hours (or more, if I'm lucky!) on sleep if it means that I get to be a happy, functioning human being the next day! 

Lately, I've been surviving on seven or less hours. This is not boding well for me, my mental state, the tiredness of my body, or my students, who I think have witnessed my snarky attitude more often than I've meant them to. So, at least this week, it's 10 p.m. bed time. 

Yes, half marathon training has made me a chronic eater and 87-years-old. You'll have that.