My work clothes did not dry overnight, so I am wearing a dress I swore I would not wear until I had lost a bit of weight. The buttons strain somewhat, but I look passingly respectable.
No coffee yet.
The cats woke me at 5:30 ish, but instead of going back to sleep as I have been doing, I read a book instead. I thought it might make me more alert and less inclined to want coffee, as when I go back to sleep after having been woken early, I sleep harder and stumble zombie like for hours after. I even ate breakfast. Cereal with lite milk and everything.
It doesn't work.
I really really really really want a coffee.
*sigh*
remind us why you can't have a coffee?
ReplyDeleteIt was to prove I was a strong, self disciplined adult, who didn't need stimulates to function.
ReplyDeleteIt was the beginning salvo of the new me.
The new me who exercises moderately, eats healthily and keeps a clean flat that I could let somebody inside if they just turned up without two weeks notice.
ok. it's pretty harsh to give up coffee though. how about switching to tea? i quite like dilmah
ReplyDeleteI quite like to have a tea when I am out for breakfast on weekends but I don't like it as an everyday drink.
ReplyDeleteTea always makes me think of ladies and gloves and Agatha Christie novels. I like it to be special with pretty china cups.
I can see that you and coffee are entwined to the point of no escape.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my world. :D