I'm not a fan of tennis - exercise-averse from an early age, and chronically poorly coordinated, childhood lessons were not fun. So my invitation to join industrial colleagues athte Austrlaian Open was something of a mixed delight, especially straight after night duty. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the game I saw, but exhausted by the heat - I can't imagine how the players cope.
I picked up three brown rice handrolls before going in, along with a lot of water, some apples and a bag of trail mix, to see me through. I had two of the rolls, but didn't feel much like eating. A couple of us went to one of the pavilions, to get out of the heat, and I didn't make the wisest food choice - instead fo the chicken breast with quinoa salad I ordered the cheese platter, washed down with a glass of rosé.
It was very nice, and I think the salad would've been too much, but that's a whole lot of saturated fat in one sitting. I doubt I came close to maxing out my day's calories, as I haven't eaten otherwise today (apart from the handrolls) but I need to be on guad against a slide, expecially as my weight's hovering around the danger mark that usually sees me run headlong into gaining.
Not so much with the exercise today, either - a little walking around during the Open, but less than 8,000 steps for the day and all of that incidental rather than purposeful.
I tried doing wok online when I got home but flaked instead, then slept through my alarm and woke when I got a text. After a long debriefing with a friend I dragged myself to do this scintillating update, and am heading straight to bed - Alex
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