Warning: this is a strange post for one who loves her food and enjoys cooking, but it's one of those way-markers, where I'm at today.
I mentioned earlier this week the bad habits I've been falling into food-wise. Not getting enough in, nor enough of the right stuff, and then running on near-empty through some either stressful or busy days.
Yesterday I realized just how that's affecting me. While at work I stood up to go to the loo, and had a few-second sit-back-down blackout that left me dizzy for nearly an hour. Blood pressure low (it always is, but now appears to be even lower), not enough iron, and living on Milo for breakfast, coffee for mid-morning, one cheese sarmie for lunchtime and about a litre of water in between. If I were eating well at night it would help, but I'm too tired to cook up a storm and when it comes to putting food in my face I can't get more than a few bites in before I've had enough. The dogs get the rest.
It's not good. It's a vicious circle that's going to destroy me unless nipped in the bud.
So this morning I force-fed myself breakfast. Crammed food in so I'd have fuel for the day. Stomach didn't really want it, mouth resisted, but it's in nonetheless. And it's staying there. I will not black out while doing what needs doing today. I will not have a sudden energy crash in the middle of something essential (like tightening a bolt before an engine's worth of oil pours out). And I will not wake up just as exhausted as I went to bed in the morning.
Here it stops, and here it turns around. Though it's going to take some doing.
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