Cold Clips.

M. fought and fought and fought. I could eat nothing as a result. It all began because I was too sick to drop her off at the station the day before.

Snack. A bar of Pure Protein.  Dinner. Kitchens of India's Dal Bukhara, with naan. Workout. 30-minute-run. Sit-ups.

Snack.  A bar of Pure Protein.  Dinner.  Banquet's chicken pot pie and (frozen) breakfast sausages. Workout. None. Health.  I woke up feeling terrible. And so, the kitchen was closed.

Snack. KRAVE's jerky. Dinner.  A lavash pizza, with a topping of zucchini and goat cheese. Workout. 30-minute run. Sit-ups.

Snack. A cup of coffee and a slice of banana bred at Starbucks. Dinner.  Tuna croquettes; a wedge of lettuce, with spicy Ceaser dressing, on the side. Workout. None. We took the car in for a routine check-up at 27,736 miles.

Snack. A boiled egg; three slices of cheese; three slices of Genoa salami; three crackers.   Dinner.  Homemade hamburger; Black Bear's German potato salad, on the side. Workout. 30-minute-run. Sit-ups.