Cake. I love it. LOVE. IT. I forgot to even mention that I walked in to work Saturday evening and immediately came face to cake with … cake. Sitting right there, unavoidable, all creamy and yummy looking. And my husband jumped in front of it. “Nothing!” he said. And I laughed. Because honestly, it really did look good, but I’m stronger than cake. So I walked away, pretending I was just so hurt that cake was there to tempt me, but honestly, it wasn’t a huge deal. I faced cake, and I won!
I woke up early today (Day 6 of 5 a.m.), a Sunday, and I do not have a voice at all. Well, maybe a little bit of a crackle. I feel just fine (achy and tired but fine), so I can only assume this is just another one of those weirdo things that happens to me. No big deal. Guess I won’t be singing in church, though.
Decided on my Live Below the Line foods for the week, based on what I feel could go the furthest and keep me on track for my own health. A whole chicken, eggs, and some greens. I can think of enough ways to make these last for this not to be detrimental to the progress I’ve made. I know some have questioned my thought process in this, afraid I’m going to wither away and die, but I assure you, I survived last year and I was worse off and planned more poorly than this year.
The hit I’ll be taking more than anything will be that the eggs won’t be organic. I won’t be able to afford enough organic eggs with the chicken and greens, so I’m sacrificing that. However, after Live Below the Line ends, I’ll probably be phasing eggs out for a while anyway. (More on that on Thursday’s post.)
This was one of those days where, if I was going to break, this would have been it. My son’s baby was born, which means a mad tear off to the hospital and I didn’t have anything pre-cooked. And he was requesting McDonald’s (hey, when you’re about to become a dad for the first time, we’ll focus on your eating habits later), which means I went right up to Temptation’s Door and asked for food. The smell of fries was killer, but I did not partake.
We ended up at the hospital for quite a while, me with only some water, tea, a banana and a Larabar. By the end of the night, I felt incredibly hungry, but by the time I got home, all I wanted was sleep. Still, the energy to endure was there, and I am so grateful for that!
Oh, and perhaps slightly a lot a bit so grateful for my new grandson! But that’s a post all its own…