I made almond cookies for a friend this weekend. They were not meant for someone like me. They had regular flour.
Mom made a pile of dark/semisweet/white chip cookies yesterday. They were also not meant for someone like me. They had regular flour.
BUT I was stupid. I flaunted my diet and chowed down. Willpower only gets you so far. Then you fall off the wagon on your head.
And today the payment came due. I have had an upset stomach all day long. I know why and I have been kicking myself all day long for it (although since my stomach started whining, I have avoided those cookies like the plague.)
It may take weeks for me to feel right again. Not the brightest thing I've done this year.
Meanwhile, Mystic has been talking to us all day and most of what he's saying is fairly rude. Figures. All of our pets in the last few years have sassed us-Whisper did it, Spritey does it, and now Mystic does, too. Mum thinks it's because we allow them so much leeway (and really, we love to hear them talk to us and speak their minds. But don't tell them that.)
We've both noticed he's a bit more trouble than Spritey as far as getting into things and such, but as I just reminded Mum, Spritey is stuck to the floor and can't climb around on the furniture and knock stuff off like he can. He was playing catch with a polished amethyst rock the other morning at about 4 AM and having a ball. We've also added a red laser light, a shoelace, and today a whole string full of jingle bells. Anything to keep him busy.
Heard nothing on the job today but then again, my cell phone is in my purse and my purse is in my dad's car because Mum went on a chip spree yesterday and I left it behind when I had my hands full.
Not much else going on. No medication is going to cure my problem, just time and behaving myself and not eating that pile of cookies sitting on the table.
Ta,
Bec
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