Okay, so today was little better. A lot better. I'm still a little foggy but I feel the energy kick now- I hear it's the kale. Then, I woke up and noticed my hands for what probably looked like the very first time. Every single winter for as long as I can remember, they get criminally dry and patchy and crack like it's nobody's business. My hands in winter don't seem to care how much water I drink or how much EVOO I vigorously rub into them. And this is the first winter they've healed 85% of the way overnight and I was so tickled over it, I giggled for the first hour out of bed only AFTER I posted my giddy status update on Facebook.
I don't feel like drinking much water, but I know it's important. It's just weird to drink your meals, then chug water after. That creates a problem for me because right after meals I'm too full to add any more liquid to my belly and in-between meals, I'm way too hungry to think water is a good idea in place of something with taste.
Last night was great, I slept better than I have in years, and I know it's cliche' to say it but I can't help if it's true. Great sleep, great hands, consider me officially motivated all over again.
Last night was great, I slept better than I have in years, and I know it's cliche' to say it but I can't help if it's true. Great sleep, great hands, consider me officially motivated all over again.
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