But occasionally I obsess a bit about what I eat...or when I eat it, thanks to a doc who noted that at 133 and 5'2", I had a BMI that marked me as "slightly overweight," and I should cut out the late-night snacks. (And also that I should try to start an after-dinner walking group with my college girlfriends. Perhaps instead of running 8:00 miles and training every day?)
I adopted the "beat the hell out of people who say this" stance over a year ago, when the appointment took place, but still beat myself up when I eat after, say, seven p.m. or so--even when I'm eating dinner at 10 after refereeing from 4--9:30. A. and I quibble over this every so often...it always ends with him reminding me that, if I want my body to perform, I've got to feed it. Humph. (As we speak, he's actually out snagging Arby's for both of us. Yum.)
While he's gone, I have some time to kill. Enter a little independent research.
Take that, well-intentioned-but-incorrect medical advice. My food is here, and I'm hungry.

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