Cranky Day

Yesterday I ran a mile plus a little. It's not impressive to people who run, but I don't run. Or we might say I am not a runner for clearly I do run sometimes.
Today I am sore, sore, sore. Not unexpected. The soreness adds to the general sense of cranky that has hung over me all day. The root cause of my crankiness is unknown. It might be what the scale said to me a few days ago when I weighed myself. It might be what I have been doing as a result of what the scale said to me a few days ago... eating less. I have been trying to maintain one of the drastic calorie deficits-the kind that makes you lose two pounds a week. So really it's not that drastic. The internet and people that I know tell me that is the maximum healthy rate of weight lose.
I thought, "ah yes. two pounds in a week. That will make me much happier about what that rude scale has to say to me. Then next week I can slow it down until I am in that magical state of fitness that I consider to be balanced." Yes, yes, great plan... I'm hungry.
As far as I know the cranky that is me has not manifested itself direct to the people around me. (I include cats, ferrets and dogs in the definition of "people"). I haven't yelled at anybody... but I am not really enjoying life so much. Also I am not sleeping well.
Ok, the last paragraph has revealed to me what is obvious. I need to chill out and eat more. Life is short. I don't want to waste a week of it being overly zealous with my calorie cutting.