In the paleo world, continental breakfast is evil. Shoot, this morning I had to fold like a napkin. The Residence Inn had fruit that looked like it was auditioning for a part in 101 Dalmatians, and my only option ended up being Dunkin’ Donuts. Woe is me, right? I know. First world problems.

I worry about things way too much.

I’m now sitting here filled with guilt for eating something I used to think was decently ‘healthy’ option for breakfast, as far as fast food goes. (Sorry, veggie egg white & cheese flatbread from DD, I’m throwing you under the nutritional bus.) A 4-day business trip really cut into my training schedule for the competition, and I’m worried. Heats were announced today, and I’m worried. Worried over things that are out of my hands.

Now I get where the 80-20 paleo model comes from. Sometimes, you just can’t be perfect. Most of us would like to be, but the reality is that we can’t all pull a Kate Middleton and end up with great hair, a great wardrobe and an ACTUAL Prince Charming.

So, this is me trying to get a grip. It was an occasional faileo. I would have gone hungry from 6:30a to a late lunch if it weren’t for Dunkin’ Donuts. I bet Caveman Grok didn’t pick and choose what delicacy he wanted to bring home to his cave wife and cave children, he killed the first thing he could and that was dinner.

I did what I had to do. I was really hungry, and wasn’t in the mood for noisy stomach growls, abdominal pain and low blood sugar. It happens. 80% okay, 20% oh please… Give me a break.

Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar.

Just kidding, really. Get that candy bar out of my face, I’m off the stuff.