Breakfast: Yogurt, blueberries, 4 or 5 ounces of the roasted duck, 2.5 inch round piece of cake
Lunch: Green peppers, yogurt dip (a little powdered ranch dressing mix)
Dinner: 3 ounces of Snapea Crisps, two beers, conversation with two online friends
That freaking cake. I managed to not finish the yellow cake from yesterday and I tossed the other sweets, but I missed that muffin-shaped one and I ate the damn thing. Now, just for dinner, awfully late by the way, I started with a beer whilst on-line chatting with a couple of friends, one just across the little pond and the other in Australia. I like them both so much and our conversations are always funny, and mostly irreverent. I especially like the sassy parts.
Looking back on the day, I guess that I did not eat a lot of crap, just that cake piece. It was so good. It was so satisfying and if there is cake around her again I will eat it without any real guilty feelings. It just tastes so good. All of the homemade yogurt, fresh fruit and whole grains simply cannot hope to compete with a nice piece of cake. Lordy. Looking back on the day indicates that the only fiber I got was from the berries and peppers, which is not enough to keep my colon happy. So, more fiber before bed.
It was a long and lazy day. No energy for getting anything done. Even a three-hour nap did not help. Nor did resting. I do battle with WW tomorrow and I hope I actually get out and do that. My lungs are loggy or soggy or something. Breathing hurts, even with using the inhaler. More decongestants and more rest. It has been a month since this last bout began and whilst I am slowly getting better, I still feel like crap. This week has only the basics and I am hoping to visit my daughter and the babies. Even to myself, I cannot make any promises.
You know, I look at my calendar now, with all of the past-their-usefulness-commitments gone and it looks so empty. I am glad to have it so, and will be glad for the summer break, as well. But, it looks so empty!!! I guess that I am never satisfied. I am yearning for travel, but the next time is a single day to an adjoining state and it is not for more than a month. Maybe I will just take the little pond ferry over and then back on Thursday. I cannot spend a week or even a few days at the place I could stay in town because, well, I shared that already and I do not want to add any sadness to the end of a respectably decent day.
Too tired today to make a new GP, so here is one that makes me laugh. It is named, "What's up doc?":