My official thoughts about Carbs - and other random thoughts
I know the whole carbohydrate debate is like a big rage these days, but I can no longer deny it: I cannot have carb-laden foods for breakfast.
Take, for example, this morning’s breakfast. I had a lemon-zucchini muffin and a non-fat toffee nut latte. Perfectly carb-a-licous, right?
11am rolls around and I’m in blood sugar nosedive HELL. Good thing I brought my lunch because I could have drank a sixer of beer and been safer to drive. Shaking, heart-pounding, ears-ringing - the whole bit. It’s amazing I actually weilded a knife and have no bleeding wounds to prove it. But I ate my protein-powered whole grain lunch. It was good. I felt better for awhile. Now, I’m feeling a little sick to my stomach, and have that sluggish feeling like I need to crawl under something cozy and sleep it off.
Seriously I need to stop thinking about food right about now. Someone just offered me half of a carne asada burrito and I nearly hurled. First, I don’t eat beef, and second why would I want your leftover half? Third and fourth - I don’t eat beans. ohhhhhh, nooooo.
Except thinking about braeburn apples makes it better. I have developed a new love - and it is definitely those apples. Must be all that fresh crispy appleness I think. Just the perfect amount of sweetness. Even better with a bit of cream cheese, or peanut butter.
It’s so unfair that it’s only Wednesday. It needs to be tomorrow already, and then it needs to be the weekend. I generally look forward to Wednesdays, and this week in particular I am, but the workday part of it needs to end, please. Wednesdays are cool because I get a tiny little break from the mom part of my life. I love my kiddo to bits, don’t get me wrong. But on days like this, when I just want to go home and end the day, I feel guility if I don’t make a nice, well-rounded dinner for him. So, Wednesdays are my days to be the slacker. He spends the night with his dad and I usually skip dinner in favor of a quick snack.
Anyway, tonight will definitely be a no dinner kind of night. Can’t wait to hit the door and slip into a nice hot shower, and then some cozy pajamas. ahhhhhh. Great way to say goodbye to my 20’s, right?
