So I feel pretty gross right now, mainly because the amount of sugar I have consumed today. I had a Dr Pepper at lunch. I never have Dr Pepper anymore. But instead of letting that be my little treat for the day, I had sour gummies afterwards. My friend Conrad brought them for me last week, because he knows they are my favorite and he is fantastic. It is not his fault that I don’t have self-control. Actually, come to think of it, I do have some semblance of self-control, because I still have some left in the package. But instead of having just one at a time, I’m like, “LET’S HAVE THREE OR FOUR NOMMMM.”
Then I had several Pixie sticks in the afternoon, since a coworker left a tub of Halloween treats outside of her cube. Whoever came up with Pixie sticks is brilliant. It’s just fucking sugar with food coloring.
There was a time when my body could handle all this sugar, but not anymore. I can’t even have Chinese food now because I just feel sick after eating it. My body is super-wimpy. However, it’s good that it’s reacting so negatively to bad food, because I have two months until my endocrinology appointment to pretend like I never eat sugar (my doctor keeps telling me not to eat sugar, and I keep…not listening.)
I had a protein bistro box at Starbucks last week, and was surprised at how tasty and satisfying it was. (That officially is the whitest sentence I have ever written on this blog). What is this madness, you ask? Cheese and fruit actually is enjoyable and doesn’t make me feel sick, like sugar and artificial flavors? INSANITY, I TELL YOU. Inspired by this dubious epiphany, I bought a little snack thermos so I can start taking fruit and cheese to work with me as a snack, thus avoiding the Pixie Sticks forever.
I will be submitting my application for membership to AARP any day now.
My Mandy also texted me today asking me what my address is. Of course, I must send her something in return. I’d love to cross-stitch something special for her. The British magazine I’d bought has some good ideas for smaller projects, like something to put on a homemade card. I’ll have to put aside the other project I’m working on, which I know is dangerous territory to wade in (“Let me set this project aside to work on another one” = “I will never finish it”), but I must have will power. I want to make Mandy something pretty but not kitschy, because she’s much too cool and artsy for something kitschy. I must choose carefully.
I miss my Mandy.
I am excited because I am doing zero work tonight at home, and I’m not going to go run. This means I have SO MUCH TIME FOR MY ACTIVITIES, which will basically entail eating, drum practice, and reading some deliciously nerdy books I have on my list.
I better go let Apollo out of his cage before he starts barking up a storm. Hope you all have a cozy evening.