Oh...Decaf Please...

Hello all. Hopefully, you are having a splendid day. It’s been an odd day for me. I didn’t get much sleep last night. It’s kind of annoying because a couple weeks ago, I started taking a pill to help me sleep. It didn’t really help me fall asleep but it was helping me stay asleep but the past couple of nights, it’s like I’m not taking a pill at all. I tossed and turned all night. It’s like my thoughts are racing back and forth and I can’t calm them down. I think my next proactive step will be to eliminate caffeine after lunch. I am pretty much going to try and stay away. I love Diet Coke but I love sleep more and I was thinking that I had A LOT of caffeine yesterday, so that may have had something to do with it. I am going to make myself some caffeine free tea and I already buy the caffeine free Diet Coke so that is a start. I just have always been the kind of person that cannot function without sleep. Even as a VERY young baby, I was sleeping through the night so the shift to borderline insomniac is something I am not adjusting to well. I keep telling myself that I should get up and be productive when I’m just laying there but mostly I just pout. Also (since I’m complaining), our air is out AGAIN so that didn’t help the sleeping situation.

Ok-enough of that-Monday night was recipe night...



I made oven fried chicken tenders and onion rings. I also served them with both green beans and barbecue sauce (Jack Daniels-Hickory Brown Sugar Flavor-It was delicious). The onion rings were my favorite. At first, I didn’t think there was enough bread crumbs on them to make a difference but it turned out I just needed a little and they were crunchy and low in points. I will be making those a lot in the future. The chicken was good too. You dredged it first in a Dijon mustard/buttermilk mixture and then dipped them in the bread crumbs. It was a tasty dinner that really made it feel like you were eating a lot of food you never get to eat if you are on Weight Watchers and that’s always a quality to look for when you cook.

So, since I took my one millionth step, I haven’t worn the pedometer because there is no longer a need to be obsessive about how many steps I’ve taken. Well, I wore it for over 4 months so it’s been really weird without it. I am happy to have the freedom from the pedometer and all but I was so used to clipping it on every outfit I had and checking it constantly that I have found myself looking for it every time I sit down or get ready to leave my apartment. It might take me awhile to get used to it but it is nice to avoid pacing around my room trying to get in enough steps. Now, I just do my 45 minutes a day and I am done. I exercised so early this morning that I had to second guess myself that I even did. I think I must have been half asleep when I did it. It’s a good thing though because I’m done for the day and I barely even remember doing it.

I think that is all I have for the day. I am off to trivia tonight and dinner with Jordan tomorrow. It seems like I always have plans...that’s OK though...I always think I want to sit at home and do nothing and then when I actually do get the chance to do nothing, I usually get right up and figure out somewhere to go or something to do.

Talk to you soon!

Peace!

“All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops

Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do

I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you.” The Story-Brandi Carlile