What is it with the urban myth that drinking water will keep you from getting hungry?Or that drinking a big glass of water just before a meal will fool your stomach into thinking it's full ?
I don't know about you, but my stomach KNOWS the difference between a glass of water and say, half a bag of Doritos. I don't think something as low on the intelligence ladder as a newt would be fooled by this ploy.
I was just wondering about it, ya know?
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I have been carefully observing something today. And I am kind of wishing I had just eaten half a bag of Doritos instead.
I think I have a permanent case of the fidgets.
I am having the hardest time feeling calm. I got up from the computer just a few minutes ago and walked around shaking out my hands. When I sat back down I gave them a good look and I can just feel the flesh vibrating just under my skin. I am constantly twitching a toe or watching my knee bounce up and down. And if I can actually get those things to settle down by conscious effort, then pretty soon my shoulders start to get tense and I find that they have moved up to where my neck should be. I wish I could say it makes me look like a turtle or something halfway interesting, but what I look like is someone who thinks they are going to get thwacked up side the head any minute by some unseen malevolent force. This is not a good look on me, let me tell you. I am already short enough without losing the added height that my neck provides.
I place the fault of all these annoying physical phenomenon squarely on the shoulders (ah the irony!) of my peri-menopausal condition.
I know I whine about it quite a bit. But hey, you should be over here LIVING it! I am so distracted by this stuff and feeling so weird, I am playing hookey from yoga class, and I LOVE yoga class. But I have the feeling that if I go there this evening, I might break out in some kind of clown like backflips and and cartwheels, which would be totally inappropriate to the setting.
No one has EVER heard of a yoga clown. And I don't want to be the first.
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I was listening to my favorite internet radio station on Windows Media Player.
"Classic Gold" from England. They play lots of great oldies and I love listening to people talk in cultured British Accents about traffic and on line contests. It's just so incongruous! BUT, suddenly it became unavailable. And I can't reconnect. Must be sun spots.
I am sitting here clacking this drivel out on the computer, trying to distract myself from the looming job of Spring cleaning the living room. I must do it today, because tomorrow I have to work on the kitchen. Passover begins Monday evening and that means Sunday I will be finishing up in there by dunking some of our dishes and cleaning the oven and scalding the sink and all the other marvelous and wonderful chores that have to be done to rid the house of "chametz" .... leavening, yeast, bloated pride and puffed up self-importance. Because we are about to go out into the wilderness, a free but unprepared people.
Of course, right on cue, I am reminded of last year's adventures in this department.
Only then, I had a helper. This year I have to do it on my own. Sigh. . .
Robbie's Chametz Solution
I miss him, I really do.