The DietChef Thing: Day 11.

Hey everyone.

I have a crushing Migraine, first in quite some time, so this might be a short one. It's been a completely mad day and very busy, but we're back on track, hurray!

Morning, no carer to get me up, so a lovely lie in. Noble husband wakes me with a kiss, the nicest way there is to be woken. We sort out the food, scanning program's not playing nice so it takes a while but we get it done. Breakfast is luxury muisli, I mix it with my usual measure of yogurt, sit down and munch on my bird food. Quite a shock after all these mornings of Granola, it's nice, but very healthy! Lovely hot cup of tea, I'm sorely in need of it.

The morning is mad busy, loads of work to do and no time to think, actually I'm not hungry, make myself stop for lunch around 1:30, creamy tomato soup which I've had before, it's delicious, I'm definitely getting lots of this with my next box, I love smoothe soup.

the afternoon is even busier, we don't get everything finished until around a quarter to five. Hungries time for me. five O'clock is definitely my dangerous time. I could just eat a big piece of chocolate. Won't though. Tonight I need to eat a bit early as noble husband is on the radio and dinner is complicated, it's Bolognese. But I only have the sauce, I have to cook the pasta myself. I really don't need this extra hassle, but it needs eating and getting out of the way.

I boil a pan of water, it promptly boils over. damn! 40g of pasta? Hell, don't have a way to way it, and anyway, that wouldn't be more than a few twists, surely! It's a full tray of sauce! I put in two handfuls of twists and hope.

By the time I have the pasta cooked and drained, of course I can't find my colander and I lose some by using the pan lid as a draining tool, the sauce heated and mixed in and the whole sloppy mess in a bowl, my bones are all screaming blue murder. I limp to the sofa, sit down and dig in my spoon.

First Bite: I don't know why minced lamb works fine, but minced beef always tastes like, ahem, well I don't really want to say. Something very nasty. It's been ground far too fine again and cooked too long. The sauce is nice, if under seasoned. I couldn't possibly get this again, it was way more hassle than I could handle.

After dinner a real horrible happens. The kind of thing that makes you lose faith in humanity and feel bruised inside. Of course, the reaction to that is to make me long for something sweet. I'm desperate for a turtle, and a big glass of wine wouldn't come amiss either. I have neither. Instead I go lay down and rest while noble husband does his radio show. I fall asleep and wake up with a Migraine.

Tea and my two little chocolate oaties console me a bit. I'm getting to love these and will definitely order more, it's funny how satisfied they make me feel even though they're so small. And that, my dear people, was all she wrote. It's been a good day, but the sadness spoiled it. Never mind, this too shall pass. And the up side is, I was good all day in spite of temptation. Goodnight everyone.

Food eaten today.

Breakfast: Luxury Muisli, plain, no fat yogurt.

Lunch: Rich and Creamy Tomato Soup.

Dinner: Italian Bolognese.

Snack: Dark Chocolate Chip Oaties.

Drinks: Tea, no milk or sugar.

Bad? No.

Are you hungry? No.

Mood: Discouraged.

Music: Maria Mena: This Too Shall Pass.