Warning: Reading these musings may cause the reader to wonder, ponder health, mental or spiritual matters, scratch their head, be informed yet gain zero useful information or breakout in laughter. All thoughts are the property of my pea sized brain. All the information is as true as I beleive it to be... as I walk the journey of "releasing with a vote of thanks" my fat cells for a job well done.
I tried all afternoon to make a menu. Problem. I’m not feeling too well. My tummy aches… almost like I’m hungry but I’m not. Everything is all rumbly and tumbley. I really don’t understand why I’m feeling like this. I haven’t had any of my trigger foods. No wheat, even while my home wafted the wonderful smell of homemade bread. No milk, even though I have been dyeing to warm up with a nice cup of hot chocolate. And no soy… to my knowledge. However, I know it’s real easy to sneak soy into all sorts of foods. I’m not convinced it’s something I ate though. My daughter suffered from some kind of tummy ailment over the weekend. Maybe she shared. The bum!
At least I walked 1 ½ miles this morning before I started feeling uncomfortable.
I can’t say I feel to successful in any of my other goals for the week. There is always tomorrow. I think I’ll hit the sack early.