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pktechgirlbackupYesterday was day 3 of no caffeine/no sugar. To clarify: I'm abstaining from eating simple sugars that digest too quickly, giving me a short high and then filling me with a desire to eat more sugar right now. In essence, I can eat anything that doesn't fill me with a need to immediately eat more of it. Which means no soda and no candy, but cookies have been fine and I'm hoping to sneak chocolate covered pretzels + whipped cream in under the radar by making them myself and letting the laziness cancel out the cravings, the way I do with exercise. In fact, I pour a buttload of table sugar into my hot chocolate at work, but it digests slowly enough that it goes under the radar.
Anyways, yesterday was day 3, and it was great. I was finally over the hump, and the voice going sugar sugar sugar had shut the fuck up. I didn't even want a soda. Yes, I took a 15 minute nap on my cubicle floor, but goddamnit I have to get up at 7 AM and I am just not meant for that. I was pretty alert for most of the day, and actually felt better, which was the goal I was trying to achieve.
Around 9 or 10, I got sick.
Roaring sinus headache can't breath stomach ache ache teeth hurt sick. So, a nasty cold, probably picked up from Davan's mom or the plane ride back. And the irony is just killing me, because one of the things that helps my colds is caffeine. I probably would have taken today off of work anyway, but the lack of caffeine may curtail the errands I want to run this weekend. And if I'm not better, I will have to have caffeine on Monday because I don't want to take anymore time off of work. The only two sources of caffeine at work are soda (sugar sugar sugar) and coffee (yuck). I'm considering picking up some caffeine pills, or maybe taking the soda and re-detoxing next week. I've already relaxed the rule to allow myself sudafed. I was going to put in a joke about meth, but this is a public entry so I think I'll refrain. I did enough damage getting Davan to read to me about a terrorist attack on the moon while he was in the airport.
Anyways, yesterday was day 3, and it was great. I was finally over the hump, and the voice going sugar sugar sugar had shut the fuck up. I didn't even want a soda. Yes, I took a 15 minute nap on my cubicle floor, but goddamnit I have to get up at 7 AM and I am just not meant for that. I was pretty alert for most of the day, and actually felt better, which was the goal I was trying to achieve.
Around 9 or 10, I got sick.
Roaring sinus headache can't breath stomach ache ache teeth hurt sick. So, a nasty cold, probably picked up from Davan's mom or the plane ride back. And the irony is just killing me, because one of the things that helps my colds is caffeine. I probably would have taken today off of work anyway, but the lack of caffeine may curtail the errands I want to run this weekend. And if I'm not better, I will have to have caffeine on Monday because I don't want to take anymore time off of work. The only two sources of caffeine at work are soda (sugar sugar sugar) and coffee (yuck). I'm considering picking up some caffeine pills, or maybe taking the soda and re-detoxing next week. I've already relaxed the rule to allow myself sudafed. I was going to put in a joke about meth, but this is a public entry so I think I'll refrain. I did enough damage getting Davan to read to me about a terrorist attack on the moon while he was in the airport.
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Date: 2008-01-05 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 04:30 pm (UTC)"getting Davan to read to me about a terrorist attack on the moon while he was in the airport"