I ate breakfast twice, then abura soba at midnight

Friday started early. I had a meeting with a client at ten.

For once, I ate breakfast at home — rice with a raw egg on top. But I arrived at the station thirty minutes early, so I had coffee and a sandwich at the cafe there. I ate breakfast, and then right after that, I ate breakfast again.

For lunch I had soba and a kakiage rice bowl. It was delicious. After that I wandered around town for a while.

I went home once, then headed out again. I stopped by a bike shop and looked at some parts for my bike.

In the evening I had dinner with an old colleague. It was a French restaurant, and the food was excellent. Champagne, white wine, red wine, highballs. I drank a lot.

On the way home I fell asleep on the train and missed my stop by one station. By then I was starving, and I had a terrible craving for ramen. I ended up eating abura soba. It was midnight. I knew it was bad for me, but I ate it anyway — ramen after drinking, the worst meal there is.

Breakfast, a cafe, soba, French food, and abura soba at midnight. A disastrous day of eating.

The next morning, the scale was up. Of course it was.

I did my 100 squats, though. At least I got that done.