|Hours Away From November.|
October 31, 2020
A really humid~heavy overcast day.
I was hoping to get in my Parkland Tract to the rugby fields in today but it's threatening to rain for a long time. At the library. Run out of data for the month and I can't renew my plan until...? I don't know when...
Haven't eaten yet today and it's 11:21 a.m. on a Saturday morning, being 31st October. Two more months until Christmas. I'm not sure where I will have Christmas. Nobody in the family invites me. I'm never invited. Because I'm sober, I'm going to need some extra support this year, because I easily fall down my readymade well of self~pity.
Poor me, poor me, pour me a drink. Uh~uh.
Life is busy, life is good, there's plenty to get on with.
I haven't eaten today because I made a custard cake last night with the five egg yolks leftover from meringue~making for our Village Afternoon Tea. I couldn't stop eating it fresh and warm from the oven. Three thick slices smothered in butter substitute. Not beating myself up.
I'll drink 500mls of water before lunch and just take it from there.
An experienced word about carbs ~
It's not good to sit on carbs. They need to be worked off, because they're a ready energy and super easy for our bodies to store as fat.
Been eating a fair bit of beef this week. I worked my body hard on a vegetarian diet last week. I need lean, hard protein.
I need a lean, hard man too...in my dreams.
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