This morning, I woke up before 5.00 AM because I had a bad dream… in which it was almost Pesach again!! There was no way I could fall back asleep after a nightmare like that. Shudder.
I bought this carton of hemp milk a while back, but I’ve been wary of trying it because I’ve heard mixed reviews. But it had to be done eventually…
With Peanut Butter Pows. (Finished the box, but I am not replacing it… the cereal situation here is totally out of control.)
I’m not sure how I feel about the hemp milk. I like tasting the cereal, not the liquid that I pour into it, and while it wasn’t a very prevalent flavor, I could still taste it. Considering that this cereal has a strong flavor itself, that isn’t a good thing for me. I think I’ll stick with my Almond Dream!
Romaine, cucumber, fetus carrots, baked tofu (the red stuff is paprika), roasted delicata squash.
Dehydrated sweet potatoes.
They’re not crispy like a chip; they’re more chewy, kind of the consistency of dried apples. I wonder what would happen if I put them in the oven after dehydrating? Maybe they’d crisp up. Hmmm…
I went on a Bath & Body Works spree during my lunch break!
Anti-Bacterial Deep Cleansing Hand Gel in five scents (smells way better than Purell!), more Lavender Vanilla Room Spray, Eucalyptus Spearmint Room Spray (think it’ll keep me awake at work?), and Warm Vanilla Sugar Fragrance Mist. The best part of this?… the total cost was under $12! Heh. I have my ways. 😉
Verbal vomit time! Today is Monday. Monday = the day I see my nutritionist. Like a truly stupid individual who should know better than to do this, I weighed myself this morning to see what progress I’d made, and according to the scale, everything was fine. (Well, not in the part of my head that doesn’t want to gain weight, but let’s not go there.) Still, I obligingly shoved food in me, including a double dose of “ipecac” — there are two bottles left, and I absolutely refuse to purchase this again. Not a problem, right, since I gained enough weight to not have to worry about it?
It completely baffles my mind that my nutritionist’s scale does not ever coincide with the one(s) I use, but according to her, not only didn’t I gain: I lost weight. How on earth is that even possible?! She claims it’s because I drank two of that evil concoction a day, instead of three. Right — haven’t you heard, Boost Plus is the newest weight loss supplement? But I still am not buying more… I just can’t stomach it! I don’t mind this as much; at least it doesn’t taste so awful to me. But three Boost Plus = five and a half of those… ouch. I guess it’s going to be painful any which way, but I am extremely irritated that I was so miserable and uncomfortable over the last week, and for no good reason.
And you know how I said last week that I was terrified? (I believe the exact phrase was, “scared shitless.”) Yep. The way I feel right now puts last week’s fear to shame.
Moving on! Tomorrow is “Meet the Friend” Tuesday. Oy.
And this is just for Chillel! 😀 (Sorry, my hair was being obnoxious today. Surprise!)
Have a glorious Tuesday.
“We often pretend to fear what we really despise, and more often despise what we really fear.”
~Charles Caleb Colton