Sleep evaded me last night, again. Hubby’s phone went off at 3am (he forgot to put it on silent before bed), so I only got 3.5 hours of sleep. That makes 7.5 hours of sleep in 72 hours, and tonight won’t be any better. I have to be awake at 3am for a call with my boss, overseas. I’m so tired, I want to cry.
And the cravings. Oh my gawd, the cravings! If I had any kind of beer or wine in front of me, I would drink it. I day dream of huge cakes, donuts, and chocolate covered bacon. Salivate even. My choco-hound magnet in my stomach is on full power and I know hubby has a Toblerone bar in the house somewhere. I can practically smell it.
Cravings and extreme fatigue aside, I seem to also be experiencing some kind of pain in the metatarsophalangeal joint of my left foot. This morning, it was more nagging and annoying than anything. Now, it’s painful and I’m hobbling like one of those wind-up toys with no knees. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed and keeping this short tonight. If I don’t get decent sleep soon, you may find me eating my way through a mound of cupcakes, mumbling to myself between bites.
Food (if you can call it that)
I am way under my Calorie goal at 1353 today. Funny thing is, I’m not even hungry. Cravings are out of control, but I’m not truly hungry. Food hasn’t tasted great to me since I returned home from Cali.
- B: Egg whites with spinach and homemade turkey sausage
- L: Chicken breast and Whole30 gravy, made by hubby
- D: Rubbery Cod that tasted like it came out of a microwaved TV dinner, Blasted Broccoli, and Sautéed Asparagus
- S: Rx Bar, Nick’s Turkey Sticks
Food sucked today. It made me sad. Here’s another rubber fish: