I am pretty sure today I ate only breakfast and while riding home after a day in the saddle and cooking of ribs I bonked. For the last mile I could barely turn the pedals and, I think, sweated out approximately three gallons of fluid. Arriving back at home base I ate, in no particular order, six to ten snack-sized candy bars, a small water melon, and a banana and then fell into a dreamless sleep.
It is actually a fairly frightening experience and at one point I thought that I might just lie down by the side of the road and sleep. You would think I could at least remember to eat while cooking but no.