A lost day

Today was one of those days . . . one of those hazy days that seem to come along about once a month (if you know what I mean). One of those days when maintaining consciousness seems like a major effort. When sleeping 12 hours (which I did, from 11p.m. Sat. night to 11a.m. this morning) and waking only to pop a double dose of ibuprofen every so often seems like a reasonable option. When being awake means eating . . . anything at any time. I would like to have kept a food diary today, just for curiosity's sake, but I think reading it over tomorrow would have been too scary . . . Like, potato chips and chocolate, Nutella slathered on a granola bar (so that's healthy, right?), cookies dipped in cappucino, lunch with a roast, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes, gravy and grilled red bell peppers at 1:30, then again at 4, then again at 7, then scraping the bottom of the new, plastic IKEA containers at 9!

Needless to say, my wheat, dairy and yeast intolerant stomach is swollen up to gigantic proportions and is rather pissed off at me . . . what can I say? At least it's only once month!