So far so good on South Beach. My body hasn’t completely wised up to what’s going on–it’s starting to, a little, but only just. It’ll get much worse, I know; and then it’ll be fine after that.
Breakfast was lovely: 3 scrambled eggs with pimenton and half a sliced red bell pepper, and coffee. Lunch was kind of random, a series of small snacks rather than an actual meal.
By the time I was making dinner (diced up chicken breast, mushrooms, and asparagus all cooked together in my new pan, and a lovely glass of….tap water), my lizard brain kept offering up the clever idea that now it was time to open a bottle of wine. I mean, again and again. Of course I didn’t. Lizard has stopped with that; now it’s just confused. I feel both hungry and full, and am thinking about ice cream.
Just thinking about it. Not going to do anything about it.
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I slept horribly last night, a result no doubt of all the food I crammed into my belly right before bed. And nightmares about finding people stealing my car, running up to them and trying to stop them, hitting them in the face, while they ignored me as if I were not there at all, just kept loading my little car into their RV.
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And it rained all day, and the rest of the gang (Jay, Shelly, and Mark) are having dinner together in Seattle whilst I am down here… no fault in that, of course; just the way the schedule rolls sometimes.
Stupid geography.