I'd like to greet the upcoming warmer riding season with at least a tad of fitness, so I've been counting calories. Trouble is, today, somehow, I blew my daily allotment before I'd had anything that I could call dinner. There might have been beer and (yes, red velvet) cupcakes involved in this downfall. Probably not, but maybe.
Anyway, the almighty app says I'm caloried out. The words ring as hollow as my stomach, since I'm hungrier than a bear just off hibernation. I'll meet the tyrannical little bastard halfway, but I AM eating.