Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

My little bonk the other day made me re-evaluate a couple of things: my workout schedule and my eating patterns. I thought I had the workout schedule figured out in such a way that it would fit nicely with my work schedule. The working out in the evening followed by a workout early the next morning, though, just isn't the best plan. In addition, I was only eating the usual three meals a day. With the increase in energy expenditure, I need to eat more and more often. I was still going by my 1500 calories a day, which is okay if I'm not doing a whole lot. Most days, however, I'm using around 500 or 600 additional calories, meaning I'm really only getting anywhere from 900-1000 calories a day. My body is saying, "JK, stop being a knucklehead! Eat, damnitall, eat." I ended up taking Thursday off. I wasn't physically tired after work, but I was sleepy tired. I went to bed early that night to try to make up for recent lost sleep. Thursday was also my first day...

Late last evening, Hubby and I went for our swim. I swam 1000 yards. This morning, we went to the rec center early, and I tried to run. The fatigue set in at mile 2. I tried to keep going, but my body said no. I stopped the treadmill for a couple of seconds, turned it back up to 6 mph, but within a few steps my body said, please, please stop. I just couldn't go on. This is the first time I've ever bonked like that. I'm thinking one of two things happened, or maybe it was a combination of the two factors I'm seeing as the culprits for shortening my run. Last evening's swim was one of the best I've had. I'm trying to add a 100 yards to each swim, and I'm trying not to stop and rest after each lap. When I climbed out of the pool, I felt a sense of true accomplishment. And I was tired. This morning, we went back to the rec center 12 hours after swimming. I didn't eat breakfast before going, and I only had a banana last evening after the swim. My syst...