MORNING SUGAR: 113
BOWEL MOVEMENT (s): 2 this morning, within an hour of one another. Not sure why, wasn't feeling particularly anxious, so I guess just good old biology and a need to purge!
BREAKFAST: 2 cups of coffee, with half-n-half and a total of 4 Splendas. 1 banana. 2 pieces of peanut butter/cinnamon toast.
LUNCH: Chopped up and fried a potato, half an onion -- added salt and pepper, Parmesan cheese, deli turkey and Colby Jack cheese. Shared dish with the other half. 2 pudding cups for dessert.
DINNER: Fettucine Alfredo. 1 Cadbury creme egg for dessert. 1 diet cherry Pepsi to drink (and thus ends this year's splurge of soda).
SNACKS: 1 Cadbury creme egg. Several handfuls of SunChips.
EXERCISE: Full body stretch. Actually went for a run today. Only did 1.5 miles, but as I'm basically a beginner (running regularly 30 years ago no longer counts toward much), I thought this was a nice start. 400 ab crunches / sit-ups when I returned home.
TOTAL NO. OF STEPS: 5559
WRITING: This blog. Over 1400 words on my novel, "Island Hunters". Worked through 6 pages on "Trip". Also penned this blog: https://klugulacheaptherapy.blogspot.com/2020/02/lifes-great-embarrassments-volume-two.html
THERAPY HOMEWORK: None.
SOCIAL OUTINGS: Out for a run this morning, but no socialization, other than w/ the other half.
MEDITATIVE WRITING: 45 minutes of meditative writing, resulting in over 1400 words written on "Island Hunters".
READING: Logging off shortly, to continue into my Lovecraft short stories. Only two remain in this particular collection. Already eyeing a more complete collection of his works.
HOUSEHOLD CHORES / PROJECTS: Took down the recyclables.
OTHER / MISC.: N/A
DID I MAKE THE BED? Yes.
DID I POOP MY PANTS? No. Isn't that right, Mr. Poopy-Pants?
Some anxiety today, regarding my inability to really dig in and get some work done. Since Thursday and Friday were washes for writing work, and Saturday (yesterday) ended up being a day of pure sloth, I was hoping for more work on projects today. Some, but not enough.
A slight bit of poo anxiety this morning, before I went out for that first (of I hope many) morning runs. (runs, like diarrhea, hahaha!). I had two solid BMs this morning, prior to my run, so there was the slightest apprehension as I headed out the door -- more poo to come? It wasn't meant to be, and frankly, as I was running, I couldn't focus on anything but my breathing and my wish to not die on this first run in 900 years. But, no poops on the run... so there.
Some anxiety today, regarding my inability to really dig in and get some work done. Since Thursday and Friday were washes for writing work, and Saturday (yesterday) ended up being a day of pure sloth, I was hoping for more work on projects today. Some, but not enough.
A slight bit of poo anxiety this morning, before I went out for that first (of I hope many) morning runs. (runs, like diarrhea, hahaha!). I had two solid BMs this morning, prior to my run, so there was the slightest apprehension as I headed out the door -- more poo to come? It wasn't meant to be, and frankly, as I was running, I couldn't focus on anything but my breathing and my wish to not die on this first run in 900 years. But, no poops on the run... so there.
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