The title is simple and the subject matter is simple: I’m bloated, physically. Mentally I feel pretty solid. The gym helps with that. My physical health helps with that. My friendships and family relationships help with that.
But today is just a fun blog. I shovel-fed food into my mouth last night after training. Granted, I did train twice yesterday, but I shouldn’t have put so much food down my gullet. What did I eat? From 8 PM to 12 AM, I had: Shrimp pad thai, a pork chop (thick one), crackers and hummus (lots), a roast beef and fake gouda cheese sandwich, half a sleeve of salt and vinegar veggie chips, and I topped it all off with a giant bowl of Blueberry Chex.
I’m a pig, I get it.
So, yeah, I’m bloated. And I don’t have much else to say today. Sorry. Well, not really. I can’t always have something to say, right? Oh, I spar later this evening. Hopefully this bloat depletes over the next few hours.
Why did I just tell a bunch of strangers I’m bloated?
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.