even jabberwocks need fibre
My mind is a fanciful beast, painting its way across the cupboards-- a jabberwock on the prowl. I don't even WANT food, and yet here it is, contemplating the kinds of things it wants to make.
I seriously need to sit down with a nutritionist and find out if maybe my diet is just sorely lacking in a nutrient or if my brain is just food possessed ;p
Either way, I managed a quick 35 minute jog on the gazelle-- lame as far as cardio equipent goes but its what I've got to work with and its fricken COLD outside. I went to my appointment and was submerged in blinking metal catatonia for what seemed like HOURS. More blood, more poking.
They did seem interested in the tight muscles in my back and the spot near either my kidney or liver...tender tender. (PLEASE don't make me do a kidney cleanse again! That was like 7 days of lemony-sweet-spicy-no-food HELL!)
I guess for the time *I* can wait, but whether my brain will is another tale in and of itself..
It stalks the cupboards for sweets and finds all bran bars.
Tasty treat indeed.