I worked while man took boy to kung fu through a blizzard. Aroud 3pm I had this:
At about 7 I had this:
Ooh. Saturday night means that we can't eat (pizza or roll kebabs) until Survivor is on. And that happens at 9.
At 9:10 I had this:
I'll post a bit early tomorrow because it should be a very busy day. Tall man's brother and his wife are spending the night!!! So that their teenage son can throw a party. I have to wake the next morning at 5:30 for work. Time never slows down, despite my repeated angry demands.
Ooh. Also day 1 No Sugar No caffeine No fun went pretty well. I had a feeling of, 'meh. It's only food, ' when I noticed all the nice stuff I wouldn't eat. It was so nice to be above it and to be able to look down on sandwich man. Okay, not really. If I didn't have like 10 cups of green tea, 2 glasses of wine and about a 4 kilo sandwich, plus delirium from lack of sleep I'd be above it. If I still wasn't hungry. Which I am. I'm just working on the 'it's only food' idea. Yesterday I was working on the 'maybe I have to tell people that I can't eat that stuff because I have chrohn's.' I'm not above lying for the sake of my diet. Wine and kebab has no effect on my intestinal problems.