I'm probably just feeling a little melancholy. Things are catching up with me, I'm a little stressed and I can't get the taste of last night's dinner out of my mouth. It was filet of sole and it tasted fishy to the 10th power. Several brushings and a mouthful of peroxydyl still didn't do the job and I woke up feeling like I'd sipped the water out of the fish tank in my sleep. Perhaps I'm de-evolving and tomorrow I'll wake up with scales and a hankering for flaky food.
It dawned on me that yesterday I didn't follow the rules. I skipped meals which caused hunger and then I ate the wrong things. By the time hating dinner rolled around I was starving and crabby and ended up eating peanutbutter and jelly, a handful of animal crackers (does that make me a carnivore?) and a cup of low sugar cocoa- blaech!!
My soul is feeling fileted. My job requires large amounts of sugar, dairy, fat and high fructose corn syrup. Do you have a 50 pound bucket of glucose in your kitchen? My gentlemen husband, who I dearly love, requires large quantities of beef jerky, chocolate donuts and snacky crackery, chippy dippy things so I'm surrounded by the stuff and trying to ignore it. My new snack is peanut butter and raisins on a rice cake and I'm trying to shout it's praises like a cheerleader while family members look on with their eyebrows cocked. It's a little tough once in awhile, on days like this. It's not so dire that have a salami stuffed in the fire wood basket or a lamp stuffed with peanut butter cups but it's tough.
When my soul feels exhausted I think about a little cabin in the woods, a woods that does not contain a candy house and a couple of crumb dropping hoodlums.
All the best, Kate
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