Today I am a bottomless pit.
B: yoghurt, walnuts, pistachios, coffee
S: milky decaf
L: raw grated beetroot and feta...two pats of butter
D: lamb, with some veg, korma (homemade by husband) over broc; yoghurt; pistachios
A small impulse to buy wine was easily overruled by good sense, but I can hear the siren song of peanut butter calling to me from the cupboard. How did I ever manage to skip lunch and eat small dinners? I don't think ketosis was the answer. Can one encourage adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin production? I liked that cocktail even more than a Bloody Mary (and I happen to like Bloody Marys a lot, particularly for breakfast and/or before take off).
Walked for an hour and 25; there will be weight waggling and planks tonight along with the labour of despair that is my current patchwork project.
I've resumed sewing twice a day during my commute and it is progressing, but sooo sloooowwwwllllyyyyy. Just like V-Line trains. The train friends all knit, so we're like the CWA on rails (CWA = Country Women's Association, the Aussie version of the Women's Institute). We do indeed stitch and bitch. It's cathartic.
This quarter's publication is on the gripping topic of sexual health. Not too many photos this time - unlike the cancer issue, grim - but quite a lot of surprisingly florid and turgid prose. One article today opened with a little mise en scene of two women 'somewhere in Continental Europe, touching up their make up in the bathroom of a chi-chi restaurant...' one of the women raises her A-line skirt and sprays her inner thighs the other woman looks on questioningly 'It's Eau d'Eros. I'm on a date!' Yes, it was an article on aids to female libido - the spray was, I think, supposed to be testosterone, though why she felt it necessary to spray it on her thighs I'm still unsure about, despite having read the article many times. How that one is going to sit with the article on what to look for when examining after sexual assault (that one did have pictures together with terrifying statistics), I'm not sure.