Not getting home until 10 pm these nights. Living the dream of a real Japanese salaryman! It makes getting training and nutrition right very challenging.
One thing is for sure, if I wasn't on the Fatpocalypse crusade, it would be mightily hard not to be eating and drinking poorly. Come home, crack open a beer, and eat some junk in a woeful effort to bring a few glimmers of happiness to a bleak day, the pattern writes itself.
Kenzai training and Fatpocalyse accountabilty (and fun) takes the pain out of coming home and eating apple slices. Almost!
One more hellacious day before things cool off again.