I still can’t breathe. I’m tired of being tired. I’m sick of being sick.
A friend told me that she’s concerned about me, about my health. I’ve been sick too often, and for too long.
Her theory is that I’m stressed, that I hate my job and am reacting to that. Maybe she’s right. I just don’t know.
What I do know is that I’m not exercising, I’m showing self-destructive tendencies, and that doesn’t look like it’s ending anytime soon.
9 AM — I had a scrambled egg with sausage and cheese for breakfast.
3 PM — is it still lunch if you eat at 3pm? I had to work through my normal lunch hour, but ended up with a few minutes to eat after babysitting an interview. I am at Chick-Fil-A having a grilled chicken sandwich and a diet coke.
8 PM — for dinner I made a ground beef, broccoli scramble that was actually very tasty.
I need to go to the groceries. I’m running out of supplies. I like having groceries in my kitchen. I like being able to just open the refrigerator and the pantry and find food.
But, if I don’t eat at home frequently, my food goes bad fast. And I end up throwing away food, too much food.
So I learned a while ago to just buy enough to make it through the week. And that normally means that I have leftovers of one thing or another for the next week.
Did I mention that I want a bacon cheeseburger?
{{Written on my iPhone}}
