And weirdly, slightly repulsed by food. Not used to feeling that way, and I’m making sure I eat anyway, but it is an odd way for me to feel. It’s also extended to losing interest in food preparation and cooking. :-( I guess I’ll owe you all an apology for being whingy AND eating boring food….
Its a fairly bright sunny day today, and I had an OK walk into town this morning to return some library books and get some shopping. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I needed some stuff from Waitrose I might have gone for a new (or slightly less old anyway) walk, but there you go. I was quite pleased to find that the Tuesday market has added an Italian baker to its ranks; he had samples of several loaves out on his stall, and even though I’m nowhere near eating all my own baked bread I couldn’t resist buying a loaf of seven grain bread – that wasn’t repulsive anyway! The evil baker slipped a pack of 4 free hot cross buns in the bag as well – luckily I’m seeing my Mum tomorrow and she’s agreed to take them off my hands.
Breakfast: A low fibre cooked breakfast to hopefully help fix my stomach issues, which are still very much in evidence today
Lunch: Chicken, spinach & mushroom lasagne made with my home-made lasagne sheets, served with grilled carrots, butternut squash and asparagus
Dinner: Hot and sour soup cooked in the slow cooker. I haven’t tried this before and was unsure if I would like it beforehand, but given that I don’t much care for food at the moment I decided now was a good time to try it out – no real pressure for success! With the seven grain bread I bought this morning (which is gorgeous, even in my current mood):
The soup was good and definitely met the description of Hot and Sour, but I think I’d prefer to switch out the vegetables – carrots instead of mushrooms for one thing, maybe adding some spinach or pak choi…
Snacks: Greek yoghurt with honey and grape nuts and a protein smoothie
Weight today: Entirely inaccurate and irrelevant given that everything I ate yesterday (and possibly the day before) went through me at the speed of light and therefore I was both empty and dehydrated. I wouldn’t have bothered weighing in, but I went to the scales on autopilot before I was properly awake! A figure I would happily see on a normal day (but rarely do): 10 st 1.5lbs.