Flapjack Friday

This week has seen the birth of THE BEST FLAPJACKS EVER. Or at least they were when I ate some, straight from the tin, soon after they came out of the oven. By the time my housemate got to them later they were "a bit buttery". That's the danger in overselling something - stuff never lives up to the hype ;o(

But it could be that they tasted like THE BEST FLAPJACKS EVER to me because suddenly I am hungry all the time. I'd always thought I already was hungry all the time. But it's reached new levels. Maybe it's psychological since the arrival of calorie data from my new watch? Or maybe it's just a powerful physical reality? Or both.

Watch says the 13 mile run this morning burned up 1297 of those cute little calorie things. (oh, so now Watch has a voice. And an identity. Just like Schedule. I hope they don't hook up together and plan whole new levels of torture for me.) ...Just for reference, and by way of a little aside, I'm imagining each calorie being a lickle tiny colourful bean of energy. Slightly shiny and a little bit bouncy. But then I may be everso slightly insane. And so, moving back to the main thrust of this post... A commonly recommended daily calorie intake for women is 2000, but I'm guessing that's not sufficient when you're using 65% of that before lunch. Basically I'm almost eating for 2. Definitely eating for me and a slightly smaller me. 

Which leads me to the inevitable conclusion: Hoorah! What a result! I knew I was doing this running for a reason ;o)

Rest assured, this is still child's play compared to Olympian (PhatBoy) Phelps' diet. Check that out for a lardy surprise!