Day Twenty-Four: It's All in the Timing

It's just after 11p.m. MST and I just finished working out and I'm having my evening snack. Dude, where does the time go?

I feel like I can stay on track with PCP most of the time; there've been a few times when I could not find the time to consume one of the food items (typically it's been the one of the night time milk/yogurt, fruit, carb or veg). I've tried to make it up the next day or later in the day if I could. And when I push the exercise into the evening hours, I can really get derailed (am thankful that I have not missed a single exercise yet, but ... it's hard sometimes!). Note to self: do not delay exercises until evening on a weekend coz you're just fucked.

Case in point: since this afternoon I had a meeting at 430p.m. in Boulder, ditched out at 530p.m. to get the kid from preschool, drove to softball game in Longmont to drop off a jersey (but not play) by 6:15p.m. (was late), hurried home on the other side of town to welcome out-of-state guests, go to the grocery store to stock up on PCP goods, tidy up the bedrooms for said guests, eat most of my PCP dinner, digest said dinner and socialize with said guests. And then I worked out, in the dark, in the breeze, under the moon, where the shadows of my flowers spooked the shit out of me and where my tired trips up on the jropes caused me to get very creative with my swearing. The weekends are the worst when it comes to PCP.

My questions include: how important is it to eat our meals at the typical mealtime (breakfast between 6a-8a, lunch midday, dinner 5-7p) because anymore I'm eating lunch at 3p.m. and eating dinner with the 9 p.m. or 10 p.m. newscast. Granted on those nights, I don't get to bed before midnight but I just feel like time is running out on me. And hopefully, like in David Ives' play "Sure Thing," (see this neat YouTube version of the short play, done in Part I and Part II)I'll get chances over and over to get it right.