I am still suffering from what I could call tiredness but at this point I suspect is something more akin to sloth; a kind of ennui and lack of oomph that has thus far (it is 10 am) contributed to my not getting dressed yet, and reading more Edith Wharton than is good for anyone on a writing-day morning. Those idle rich!

I have a surprisingly even stomach this morning and have gleefully consumed two waffles with the apple/tropical fruit sauce (it's like applesauce) -and- tried one of the new tofu burgers, and the new tofu burgers are so good and protein-y that I may even down another one, at 144 calories a pop. Plus mustard.

When I was pregnant with Emily breakfast was my big, but fairly quiet shame. I wasn't sharing an office then and I would eat breakfast at home, and then on my way to work buy another one - a great big one, often, or a strange assortment of things - and eat it all before 10. And then lunch. And then starting about three my appetite would drop and eating dinner was a struggle. It was actually probably pretty healthy, but strange , to consume most of my food before one o'clock.

This may be more the fascination with tofu; I can't believe yesterday's samosa set off a tofu craving, but it did. Maybe I need the iron. Maybe Lyr's eating again. Maybe it just is mnn so yummy when done the way I like it, which is really firm with lots of interesting spices.

Of course feeling good makes me worry again that we are going hormonally in the wrong direction, but everything is clear, no cramps, and big breasts continue, so. Nous verrons. That's we'll see but I put it in French for variety.

I can't even conceptualize a baby right now; sometimes I feel like that was the big mistake with Emily, assuming that she would actually, you know, come home. It's all about protein and fruit and vegetables and this vague sense of purpose. And lack of caffeine.

I really just want to spend the day on the couch in front of trashy television. My first season set of The L-word beckons to me, except I suspect it's not as much fun as it was back when I was a size 12 aiming for ten and drinking a single, restrained, glass of scotch in front of it. Because the women are all so thin and gorgeous. Whereas I feel rather like a blob at the moment.

So, what I am really going to do for hormones & me is get dressed Real Soon Now and then set off with a story draft for somewhere else - preferably all the way at the Rideau Centre, since that's a good healthy walk there and back - and settle in somewhere with something hot to drink and some snack and write. Oh yes.

Hmmm where did I get to last night on the food?

I had an apple and about 2 oz of cheddar for a snack
For dinner I had two chicken thighs (boneless, skinless) and roast potatoes, onions, and carrots.

I should really say what these are. They were lemon-greek seasoned roast veggies, and oregano-balsamic vinegar chicken. The pork chops the night before were dijon-red wine vinegar marinated.

Shandra