To break the fast this morning, I got a scrambled egg (loaded with Tabasco, natch), bacon, and had the usual English Muffin. This time with a tiny little dollop of butter. Almond butter doesn't really go with the rest of the breakfast. Or does it...?
Anyway, I read just yesterday that participants in a study that had eaten an egg for breakfast ate 400 fewer calories all day than participants who didn't.
I am here to tell you that that little nugget of wisdom is caca.
No way. I can't even tell you the last time I was as stinkin' hungry all damn day as I was today. I had an apple before lunch. I had chips WITH lunch. I had an orange halfway through my afternoon. I chewed gum. I drank water. I. Was. HUNGRY.
As usually happens in situations like this, I turned to the sugar. Snickers Peanut Butter has become my Kryptonie. They're two small squares of fun. And 125 calories for a roughly 1" square - which is half the candy bar. ...and I ate the whole thing. Bugger.
Frankly, I blame it on the egg.
For the record, for a split second, I considered that maybe it had something to do with the fact that, last night, I busted ass working out. I mean, one doesn't get all sweaty and painy and having-trouble-walking-y without some kind of benefit - like eating a Rice Krispie treat or Kryptonite. Perhaps it turns out that my benefit is a slightly boosted metabolism that's ready to do some extra chowing to make up for the work I put into it? Hmmm. That's something to think about.
Or, it's a mean, mean trick.
I can tell you this much. No more eggs.