We had a busy busy weekend. Hot here in the Denver area, with expected rains that never materialized ... at least, not here. But when I get hot, I don't want to bother to eat.
Like yesterday. I had a protein drink for breakfast, had an actual lunch (avocado burger and home fries with 7 glasses of iced tea!) and didn't feel like dinner to Hubby made me have another protein drink.
Today, we did a lot more yard work and I got big-time sunburnt and eaten by mosquitos. For breakfast, I had ... dag... a peanut butter and cherry preserves sandwich and some juice. For lunch, I drank some tea, and for dinner, I had another sandwich and some more juice. Oh, and some carrots.
But I want more. Like a huge carafe of decaf iced tea, only we don't keep ice in the house, and the tea isn't made. Or a huge glass of fat-free milk. Anything to get me cold in the inside and out.
It's almost time for me to go to sleep. I hear my 12 year old boy in the other room still giggling to himself and making noises. He hates to go to sleep, but once he's there, he's gone gone gone. I still have to braid my hair that's still wet from my latest shower. And take my vitamins and blood pressure med (one day soon, I won't need it). Maybe I'll take them with a glass of luke-warm instant decaf tea. Yuck. Maybe just distilled water. Lukewarm. Still yuck.
Have a great moment, people!
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...