That was on Good Morning America. Dr. Oz and another doctor were on there and were speaking with the Voices of Authority. As if that fits every woman in the world. They also stated that men need seven and a half hours sleep. Period. The End. No negotiation. They sounded like people who would believe anyone could walk into a store and buy a garment that has a tag, “One Size Fits All”, and it would really fit. Bah! Humbug! I don’t think that standard can be applied to anyone. I need more than seven hours sleep to feel good. I don’t care what the doctors say. BTW, I didn’t watch that until I got home this afternoon.
Speaking of sleeping, I did it through the alarm and woke up 55 minutes after it had done its thing, beeping and flashing, while I ignored it. I didn’t exercise. I did shower, get dressed, get my food together, listen to the Sabbath School lesson discussion on PineKnoll, and attempted to have my devotions. I’m sorry to say I wasn’t successful with that part of my morning. My day doesn’t go nearly as well when I don’t have a good foundation.
100% Raw Food
20 ozzies grapefruit juice
32 ozzies banana/mixed berries/spinach smoothie
30 ozzies banana/red leaf smoothie
Small salad from the Christmas dinner
4 tomatoes and 1 cucumber
Large salad almost identical to the one yesterday and dressed the same way (I didn’t eat all the dressing)
2 Bubbies pickles
I FINALLY got the Secret Santa gift done up after I got to work and mailed. I trust it will get there in time for Christmas. If it doesn’t, I think my giftee will live. I hope she likes it. I can’t say what it is because it’s supposed to be a surprise.
When I was taking the things over for the courier, I heard someone yell at me. It was my friend coming out of the nursing home beauty shop after getting her hair done. She had color put on it today and it had perked her up.
I hadn’t planned to get anything from the dinner today since I hadn’t taken anything. Several encouraged me to and one told me she’d made a giant salad—and she surely had. It was in a 13 quart mixing bowl. I got a plate and piled it up. When I got back to the office, I told the girls they should go but no one was interested.
I’d finished the salad and was working on the tomatoes and cucumbers when here came my friend. She was having her daily workout with physical therapy and had come over to see me. She’s walking farther and farther every session. That’s the only way she’s going to get stronger.
Today was rainy and dreary all day and just what we need. The rain gauge had about 1/4″ water in it but every little bit helps.
I don’t know if it was the weather or what but I had to keep running to the bathroom today, more than usual. Once, I waited too long and I decided to do a load of laundry this evening because of it. And, no, it wasn’t drastic—just wet. Seems my salt intake might be irritating my bladder. I need to cut back on it anyway. People on the forum are having problems with cooked food cravings. That doesn’t bother me a bit but try to take away my salt! One of the gifts yesterday was a little midget salt shaker to carry in my purse. I haven’t filled it yet. My version of the flask?
If I get to bed in the next six minutes, I’ll be able to get in almost eight hours before the alarm goes off. That doesn’t count when I have to get up to go potty. What’s good is the fact I can go back to bed and right back to sleep 99 44/100% of the time.
With these revelations, I’ll check Twinkle’s supplies and go to bed. Good night.