It hit me like a ton of bricks around 2 this afternoon. Am I coming down with the flu I thought? My entire body was hurting. No. Not the flu. Bob.
Since I got up so early today I dang near fell asleep at dinner which was ready by 4:58pm.
Every stinkin' time I have to pee I want to cry because that means I have to use my legs and my thighs and butt muscles again.
And I'm going to the bathroom every 5 minutes thanks to all the frickin' water and/or fruit and veggies I've been pumpin' into my system.
I know why skinny folks stay skinny. Because they make stuff like this for dinner: EASY SALMON PASTA. It was real easy for me to put my fork down between bites and converse. And you can be for dang sure I didn't overeat or ask for seconds.
You can imagine what kind of mood I'm in. Between getting up to spend time with Jesus and Bob, eating grass for meals and frickin' nut mix for snacks, and switchin' over to Dark Chocolate instead of Milk (for my heart you know) things are just peachy around here. Just Peachy I tell ya.
Can someone remind me when it's socially acceptable to go back to my old ways?