Wednesday, 25 June 2014

The Home Fries Forgetfulness

Didn't go walking this morning - too much to do. Those of you with a gastro-intestinal obsession though will be delighted to know that yesterday's issue no longer exists. And that's all I have to say about that.

Had the intention to walk this afternoon, but things have continued to pile up and pile up and technically I now have too many competing deadlines to allow even sleep, let alone Disappearing. That said, I'm walking tomorrow dammit, and everything else can pick a number. But before that, there's today.

Had three Weetabix for breakfast, with semi-skimmed milk, and one mug of coffee, large, also with semi-skimmed.

Several nights ago, d made her famous baked pasta. That's carb, with baked ricotta cheese inside it. A paving-slab sized block of it was left for lunch today. I cut in half, and then took slightly less again. That was lunch.
Dinner tonight was a tomato, onion and pepper omelette (regular readers don't need to be told that the tomatoes were en carcosonne - Lori, d's best friend in the world, once remarked to her, exasperated, "Don't you cook anything normal?!" - along with some home fries.

Of course it only occurs to me several hours later that the clue is in the title there. Fries. Fries are against my perspex Disappearing rules, dammit, and yet I ate them without a word, because hell, they were good and I didn't think.

Definitely walking in the morning.
So carb, technically for breakfast. Carb and fat for lunch, and protein, vegetation, some fat and carb for dinner on a day of absolutely zero physical exercise. Not a bright and shining Disappearing day, it has to be said. But on the other hand, I'm too busy to worry about it, and will adddress it in the morning.

On we go.

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