I was doing so well this week, then POOF! Last night horrible gas pains woke me up around 2am and tortured me until around 5 when I got back to sleep. When I am this overtired, I don’t get on the treadmill. That takes a certain amount of focus and coordination to make sure I don’t bust my ass. I’ve been through enough this year. Desk peddler was today.
I paired some of the prepped chicken with a Tokyo Mini Noodle, green beans, onion, and garlic. I like the mini noodles because I get the fun of ramen noodles for only about 100 calories. I’m still enjoying my sandwich habit using some prosciutto, tomato, and parmesan with some basil spread. It’s so nice, I really didn’t need the chips.
I would like to say “Oh, I’m going to bed super early to make up for last night” but nah. I have to edit one of my drafts so I can print a fresh copy. Whenever I’m stuck when I’m moving forward in a story, I re-read the whole thing to shake something loose. Sometimes that works, sometimes I hit the end and get pissed there isn’t more, then begrudgingly admit that in order for there to be more, I have to write it. Being a creative is weird…


























