This past weekend I participated in the 3-Day Novel Contest, an annual Labour Day Weekend event. It was one of the hardest and most rewarding things I've ever done in my life. I ended up with 45,000 words (about 150 pages) and a manuscript I consider not half-bad.
I decided that I wasn't going to worry about my caloric intake during the contest, not wanting the mundanity of hunger to stand between me and my goal. I didn't gorge, but I ate what I wanted, when I wanted. I ate widely and well: bread, eggs, cheese, Greek yogurt, mangoes, raspberries, green peppers, hummus, various types of nuts and seeds, salmon, ravioli, and several bags of late-night popcorn. I also drank two rather than my customary one glass of wine each day.
While I didn't keep track of calories at all, I estimate I averaged about 3,000 cals per day. This morning the scale registered a 2-lb increase, of which I figure 1 pound is a true gain.
I never felt stuffed and my energy held steady. I can't help thinking it's a shame that the amount of food that keeps my mind happy and my creative juices flowing most efficiently is more than my body needs to maintain its weight. When I hear how little some people have to eat to maintain, I can't complain about my own 2,000-calorie allotment. Even so, I find it hard to accept this body-mind divide!
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