I ate a cookie with my tea this morning. I blame lack of sleep, but to my credit, it was small and it was only one.
Now that I think about it, the scummy film produced by the cream I put in my tea to buffer my ailing stomach had a lot to do with that decision. Somehow my brain thought a cookie would make the consumption of the tea less wretched. It worked, so I guess there’s that.
I’ve managed to go four days now without touching any of the chocolate and cookies sitting on the filing cabinet in the office. I’ve also avoided consuming any unnecessary sugar, with the exception of a small cup of ginger ale earlier this week. It’s amazing how much less shitty I feel!
Unfortunately, water doesn’t really do much for alleviating the excruciating boredom of sitting here with nothing to do for nine hours. I’m going to have to start reading a lot of books or something.
I have spent the last two weeks feeling like a complete nutcase, my mood swinging from the rafters every time I miss or am late with a meal. If my test results come back saying there is nothing wrong with me, I may fight somebody. Although I’ll probably have a snack first, just to make sure I’m actually mad and not loopy from low blood sugar.
