I decided to pick up Eat to Live by Joel Fuhrman, M.D. at the library and was semi-wooed into his evil, evil logic. Which, in reality, means I have resigned myself to blending 1/2 pound of spinach with pineapple and banana for breakfast and carrying 1.5 pounds of fresh produce with me to work. Aside from making more deposits than a bank teller, I really have no complaints. It's early though, I'm sure I'll find something to complain about.
Training for 1/2 marathon took a back burner to an ear infection that basically rendered the entirety of last week useless. Attempting to run in cold damp weather with the incessant feeling like someone is trying to jam an entire skewered shish kebob in your left ear is not a pleasant experience.
Great, now I want tabbouleh.
I started taking magic pills to aid in my "quitting smoking" endeavor. To my dismay, the first day of purple pill taking resulted in an entire evening of feeling so utterly exhausted all I want is my favorite blankie and a long nap only to find when I'm all cuddled up with the shih tzu and ready for sleep that it's apparently dancy time because I can't stand BEING.SO.STILL. for more than 5 seconds.
Longest and most painfully true sentence ever.
Why my fiance hasn't purchased roofies just to knock me the truck out is beyond me.
Good night xx
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2 hours ago
the exhaustion will soon be done with and then you have scary *f*ing dreams....ahhhh quitting smoking with purple pills...in my day it was called Purple Microdot.
ReplyDeleteGet Better soon!!
I remember the days when taking pills was fun.
ReplyDeleteGood luck.
just found your blog -- keep up the great work!
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