HGB suggests that your work day “glamour girl” lunch should be veggies, fruits and non-fat yogurt OR a wedge of cheese. This is a very good suggestion, these are all good foods, but my usual workday lunch, which I eat at my desk, is usually a cup of delicious homemade soup, some peanut butter crackers, a banana and a two fun-sized Baby Ruths, because I deserve a treat.
Five hours into my work day and a cup of oatmeal, 6 oz of carrots and a cup of Chobani strawberry banana yogurt later, I. am. STARVING, with only a banana left to get me through the last four hours of my day.
Also, I have a headache and blurry vision, with bizarre floaters making it nearly impossible to see what’s on my screen like my computer has been taken over by J.J. Abrams. I don’t know if this is related to my hunger or to the fact that when I did manage to sleep last night (which wasn’t much) I dreamed that B.D. Wong was trying to seduce me into going on a crime spree with him, but whatever it is, it’s making it hard to concentrate.
UPDATE (2:25 p.m.) OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO DIE. My head feels like someone is hitting the base of my skull with a rubber mallet while stabbing their thumbs into my eyeballs and grinding an awl through my left temple. I’ve gone past feeling hungry to merely feeling ill. I have not eaten my banana. I can’t concentrate and I alternate feeling overheated and freezing.
BUT I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW that I have NOT touched the Gummy Bears Cathy brought in, EVEN THOUGH I WANT ONE MORE THAN ANYTHING.
UPDATE: (3 p.m.) Ian just texted me to say he is bringing home more steak, plus shrimp and peppers. I think he’s taunting me. Only my sheer Taurus stubbornness is keeping me going.
UPDATE (4:04). Ate banana. Headache worse, but I think that has more to do with the awful bombing at the Boston Marathon than any mild feelings of hunger.
UPDATE: (4:49) Feck it all. I’m getting some crackers and trying not to cry from the sheer insanity and cruelty of the world. Today is too ugly to diet. (not a link to news stuff, I promise)