Nov. 15th, 2010 11:00 pm
I've only been back on the Dysbiosis Train for 4 days, but it feels like an eternity.

I am getting my late night burst of energy at the moment - I'm driven by the urge to clean my house. Now is the time when the grimy carpet bothers me, the boxes of stuff I haven't unpacked start to call my name, and the fog that covered my brain for the rest of the day dissipates. I feel like I should really get moving.

Unfortunately, following that impulse is a bad thing to do. I should be going to bed now. Morning is not my friend, particularly not when morning looks so much like nighttime. I really need to get one of those lamps.

Today, I sat at my desk with my face turned to the window, tracking the progress of the sun like a sunflower in a field. I wish my desk had wheels, so I could move across the room with the sun.

To compensate for the lack of sun, I am supposed to be taking Vitamin D. I hope that the amount of D in my multivitamin is sufficient - I already have too many pills to take.

There's a B complex (stress relief, combat hair loss), garlic (dysbiosis diet), HMF (dd), Berber (dd), psyllium (dd), and the multivitamin. I take more supplements in the morning than I do real food. Eventually I'll work my way back to the bentonite clay, too. Hurray!*

In non-dietary news, I have a place to park my truck in Whitehorse for three weeks - they'll make sure that it gets plugged into an outlet the day before I fly back, so my battery won't be dead from extreme temperatures. And I've been offered a bed for the night before I fly to Ontario, so I don't have to stay in a hotel - and they're close to the airport! Huzzah!

Okay, to bed, to bed, stop thinking about how badly the floor needs vacuuming ^_^

*Who doesn't like drinking muddy water?
So, there's Emmett-stress. It's immense. And I'm torn between wanting a cigarette and a pizza, knowing that I don't actually want either of them. It's just that I've spent so long smoking when I was hungry, and eating when I really wanted nicotine, that my body is confused by all the signals it's getting now.

And I'm giving myself flack for eating the pizza and smoking the cigarette...when I haven't done either.

All About Emmett )

You know, I need to find a way to turn this into an email and just send it to him. Because I don't need any more stress in my life. My coworkers are stressful enough.

March 2012

456 78910


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 05:04 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios