More of the same today. Primal foods; but not weight loss quantities, particularly that 70% chocolate. Gradually returning to sanity, with intermittent raging. Took a mental health day and did some cooking and cleaning, both of which help me to feel more grounded. I now have a yummy frittata thing to take for lunch for the next few days and a vast quantity of work-friendly coleslaw (no onion, just cabbage, carrot and sour cream) to go with the vat of yoghurt that set overnight.
Steak and salad for dinner.
Banana and chocolate for lunch.
Scramble eggs for breakfast.
No exercise to speak of, unless I break out the weights tonight.
It was 26 and sunny today, supposed to be 30 for the next two days, but I have friends in NYC as well as NY State and my thoughts are with them in the wind and rain. Not to mention my chronic homesickness for grey, damp, dark Blighty. Made husband swear that if in a year's time we're in the same position as we are now we'll go back to the UK. I'm really over being the sole breadwinner, particularly as my career continues to fester rather than thrive and the husband's appears to be completely dead. Time was he was winning Oscars and I was working for a global PR agency. Truly, this is a penal colony.