I overdid it yesterday with pizza and I had soda for the first time in 9 weeks. It just about demolished my sleep. It’s as if my sleep was a gentle feather that should have lightly rested upon the bed, but NO! Along comes a hammer and smashes that poor little feather. Then comes a little demon that plucks every barb. Finally comes the nonexistent God Imamessyersleepup that liquifies the barbs and blasts them with unholy fire.
Yeah, I didn’t sleep well.
I also had a ton of bad dreams. At least one had a fire in it that I tried to put out.
So the morale of the story, boys and girls, is that soda’s unholy and pizza is the gateway to suffering. At least as far as sleep goes.
It’s a new week. The finger goes on the reset button and presses it.
Here we go.
This week I’m going to add in some more salads, smoothies, and soups. Supremely satisfying, I hope. No plans to have sugar and soda this week. Last night wasn’t planned either, though. I just decided to go to a social and decided to give myself a break. That didn’t turn out so well, did it?
