I don't know what's going on but I'm flat-out exhausted. I've been heading to bed this week before 9:30, at times by 8:30 every night, and let's just say that Amanda's Early Morning Exercise-Fest hasn't been happening. Which sucks. That ends tonight -- I'm getting on the bike when I get home from work. If I survive it, I figure I can survive it at 5 AM also.
You know, if it weren't a total impossibility (husband is fixed, I'm ablated and not ovulating in any event) I'd swear I was pregnant. I'm whiny, grousy, flat-out beat... it's insane. I'm telling myself it's allergies at this point, because at least that's something where I can just barrel through. If that doesn't work I'll be heading in to the doctor because this is just ridiculous. I'd like to avoid that, though, because again I have only two-point-five sick leave hours left for the freaking year.
I can use some of my vacation days for sick days and probably will (thanks, offspring!), but I'd really like to avoid having them all disappear down that particular drain.
Good news is that even though I'm an inert pile of mush, I haven't lost it with my food. Dinner has been my big favorite Slow Cooker Provencal Chicken with Beans, lunch has been a 1 oz whole wheat pita with 1 TBSP peanut butter, 1 round of Babybel Light, 2% Greek yogurt, and one cup of blackberries. Breakfast is 1 egg and 1/4 cup of egg whites with 1 TBSP of Parmesan/ Romano blend shredded cheese and 1 cup of some sort of berries (strawberries today). Mid-morning I eat my banana, and mid-afternoon I'm currently on a nasty evil Fiber One 90-calorie brownie kick. No, I don't know why. It's crap. But it's only 90 calories of crap so I'm going with it. I think I'm going to check out some options for brownie recipes that still have decent fiber but have ingredients I can pronounce. I'm not sure if I can do black bean brownies, but I've considered it. It's just trippy, mind-wise.
Anyway, that's where I've been this week. I wish my brain were less fuzzy.
April 25th, 2017 Once Again
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