Started at midnight with my lunch. Hot food is essential working overnight. A salad or a sandwich just doesn't do it for me. I end up feeling cold and unsatisfied and casting around for something else to eat. My husband has always had this thing where it's not a meal if it's not hot and I sort of dismissed it, because I'm fine with a sandwich or a salad. During the day. Not so much at night.
I had the last of the raspberries and some mango for my mid-morning snack. I love mango, but I hate peeling them, so Costco's handy precut mangoes are a favorite.
Sweet like candy.
Last of the jerky. Tear.
7am post-work/pre-sleep protein shake. Chocolate today.
Came home and opted to go right to sleep again as after scraping the ice off my car I couldn't feel my hands or feet and crawling under a comforter sounded like a great idea. Got 6 and a half solid hours of sleep. Winning. When I woke up, I grabbed a snack and got on the treadmill.
I only did 4 miles today, nice and easy. Tomorrow is an awake day and I don't want to be completely worn out when I go to work tonight. In fact, I might go try to grab a couple hours sleep before going in. My hair is driving me absolutely bonkers right now. Too long to not put back, too short for a ponytail. I must resist the urge to shave my head. I have a pointy skull...it wouldn't be a good look.
I didn't put on make-up to get on the treader.
This is yesterday's make-up that I couldn't be bothered to remove.
Fantastic husband made chowder for dinner. Sweet potato chicken jalapeno chowder. I have no idea where he got the recipe, sorry. I just ate, I didn't ask questions. It was tasty, spicy, and filling.
Also it needed salt.
This Patriots/Ravens game has been pretty interesting. I'm debating staying up to watch the end.
Fuck it. I'm going to sleep.