Am I the only one out there whose nose gets outrageously itchy when brushing their upper teeth with an electric toothbrush?
Heck, I'm getting Pavlovian enough that my nose will itch when I hear someone else brushing theirs.
I didn't organise my meals very well today, I ended up eating a not so filling breakfast...for a variety of long-story kind of reasons we ended up with an uncharacteristic box of all bran in the house. Had it for breakfast with my tea and some skim milk. Can I just say that this does not constitute a filling meal?
A little heavy on the fibre and a little low on the nutrients and calories. Bad idea.
I was viciously hungry by 11:30, got a big sandwich - gorgeous pernil with a baguette and tomato...ohhhhhhh, and some peach juice. LOVE it.
Well, then I was too full for lunch at lunchtime, so by the time I got home from work tonight at around 10:15 I was, once again, famished.
This is what I ate at around 10:30 pm:
Two slices of bread, one with homemade hummus (can you say garlic? ohhhh, must have been half and half garlic and beans. No vampires in my house tonight), bread with tomatoe smeared on and then the tomatoes as well. Peach juice again - can you see a trend forming here? - pernil (again), this time with melon over on the far left there....bought specifically for this purpose, salad and a clementine.
The only think worrying me is that I think I will get horrible indigestion if I go to bed now....but it is nearly midnight.
To ovaltine or not to ovaltine, that is the question. I think maybe ovaltine, I already may be toast with how much I ate, ovaltine cannot do much more harm.
I am turning into such an old bag, this will be the fourth night running that I will have a glass of warm ovaltine before bed.
Should have skipped the salad. I think all would have been well otherwise.
Gonna see if I can get the man to get me up at 6:30 tomorrow morning, maybe I'll try and do a little yoga. Sounds good now, see how I feel at 6:30.
I feel guilty posting this. The man just let me know about what happened in Haiti. What the heck am I complaining about.