Day 10 A Whodathunkit Kinda Day

I woke up this morning and before letting myself struggle internally, I grabbed my walking shoes, portable CD player (already loaded with an 80's New Wave mix)* and hit the asphalt. If Depeche Mode can't get my calves moving, I'm not really sure what could. It felt invigorating getting my blood flowing and knocking out some stale carbon dioxide. Just as "Hungary Like A Wolf" wrapped up, I felt like I had cleaned out a closet.
The best part was I got my walking out of the way and it was barely nine o'clock.
Breakfast: Coffee w/4 T. Half 'n Half (80) and then off to Panera Bread to meet a friend. OMG! Did you know that ONE cinnamon crunch Panera bagel with REDUCED fat hazelnut cream cheese is 560 calories? I sure didn't until I got home and googled it. I was shocked. I asked the girl behind the counter if she knew, ball park, how many calories the bagel contained, and she offered the Panera Nutritional Binder, which is a break down of every one of their items, unfortunately, she couldn't locate it. So, I downed 560 calories plus another 4 T. Half 'n Half. Imagine if I had thrown in the orange juice (220 calories/16 ounces). It wasn't even lunch, I had already inhaled 720 calories and felt like I could toss back a Pink Ribbon bagel and a cranberry scone.
Later (a beverage, at the mall): I was feeling pretty pampered with my Panera breakfast (remember, this was BEFORE I had the numbers), so instead of my usual "mall pick me up" of 2 Mrs. Field's White Macadamia Nut cookie, I opted for, what I thought would be a relatively safe bet at Starbuck's, a Pumpkin Spice Latte, skinny. 290 calories! Imagine if I had ordered it with whole milk and grande-sized it. 480. Or Venti? 580. Five hundred and eighty calories for milk and a whiff of cinnamon. Lattes are like Moo Goo Ghai Pan, they don't stick to your ribs. I actually think they contain some type of chemical that makes you hungrier than the last Survivor contestant. So, here I was hovering around 1000 calories (although I didn't know it) and I still hadn't eaten a proper meal. Now, by "proper", I am referring to a meal like Mom used to serve, all from a can or box: cow (roasted to a second death, a starch (boxed mashed potatoes), a vegetable (Del Monte green beans) and some kind of chopped up Styrofoam in a sickening sweet syrup known as fruit cocktail containing a sliver of a maraschino cherry, over which us kids would fight for, until my dad put his Viceroy out in his plate and left the table in disgust. Oh, I forgot to include the stack of WonderBread slices (no heels) set on a Melmac plate. A real Martha Stewart Living magazine cover.
Late Lunch (again, at the mall): Pot Belly Italian sandwich on whole wheat, Diet Coke. No Sun Chips (although I wanted 'em), no banana malt (I wanted that too). Just a sandwich with an Italian vinaigrette. Took me all of four minutes to inhale it and I was still hungry when I got home ,UNTIL I tallied up my days count and lost my appetite. That scantily clad hoagie with capicolla as thin as loose leaf paper, cost me 448 calories.
Day 10, 3:56 p.m. Done for the day. No wonder I am overweight.
Note to self and you, stay on top of your calories, plan your day and if you know you will be eating out. google the restaurant's website first. Go prepared.
*I do not recommend wearing headphones while walking or running outside. I am extremely cautious when I use them and only wear them during daylight hours. Often, I don't even turn the player on, but if I desperately need a motivational beat to hike it up a Mt. Everest-like hill, I'll turn them on low, so I can still hear the sounds of traffic and runners/bicyclist coming behind me on the sidewalk. I never walk/run in the street and am very aware of my surroundings at all times, as I would suspect that you are,too.