I got up 10 minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off to use the bathroom. I was still so sleepy that I went back to bed and slept another almost hour and a half. I seem to be in a sleep-craving phase. That often happens to people who eat raw food, though it’s usually sooner than this. I didn’t have any real cravings until late, either, so maybe it’s just me. It’s no wonder that there wasn’t time to exercise. I read for a little while last night in Victoria Boutenko’s Green for Life and it was hard to put down. When I turned off my light, my little clock with the military time read 22:22.
I got an e-zine from Frederic Patenaude that said to blend whole peeled oranges with a little water instead of juicing them for a more nutritious drink. I figured, since I juice several in the morning, I would try three. Woohoo! I should have used one. It made a massive amount of a very thick drink. It was good but, boy! was it filling! I couldn’t finish it before I left so I took it and drank the rest of it on the way to work.
After I’d been at work for an hour or so, I ate the bananas I’d taken to round out my breakfast. When it came time for break, I was in no mood for another orange so I gave it to the person I share my office with. She was very grateful and kept saying how sweet it was (the orange, not my giving it to her). I ate some kumquats.
Lunch was a banana/blueberry smoothie, a kiwi, celery, and a small cucumber. I was full.
When I got home, I was ready for some regular OJ, then I had some “chili” and a large salad of romaine, Campari tomatoes, green onion, avocado, and my lime/EVOO/sea salt/onion powder/agave nectar dressing.
I’m still waiting for the information for the bulletin. I’m trying not to stress about it but it gets tiresome.
I forgot, last night, to write that I got a “hyacinth for the soul” as my mother would say. The girl at the checkout said that it smelled beautiful and it does. Mother got me one–or had the florist deliver it–for my last birthday that she was alive. That’s a big switch from this year. My only gift was from my staff–three pairs of trouser socks. That was also my only celebration. Mother always made sure my birthday was special but that died with her.
It’s raining cats and dogs and it’s supposed to storm later. I’d better get the info I need online and get ready to unplug my modem. I don’t want a disaster.