Yesterday morning we had a staff meeting at work. Meaning the 4 people who work in my office sat in our teeny conference room talking about projects. Our assistant insisted on getting breakfast for us, and boy did she ever. She turned up with a HUGE box of pastries. HUGE. When I commented on the hugeness, she said, "Well, but they're so cheap!"
Never mind that we're only 4 people and there's no way in the world we would ever eat all of that. I think 4 people = 4 pastries. Right? There were probably 12 pastries in that box.
Not only was the box huge, but the pastries themselves were huge. I carved the corners off of a few of them and nibbled on them for breakfast. I swam yesterday morning so I was starving. I ate a big salad for lunch, but the damage was done. The rest of the day consisted of insulin spikes and crashes. When I crashed, I would wander into the conference room and grab another pastry corner to get through another hour or so of my afternoon.
Then we went out for dinner with friends. Mexican food. It was so good! Usually corn tortilla chips don't bug me too much, but after yesterday's carb-stravaganza, it was just adding insult to injury.
This morning I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. No swimming, only sleep, is what my body cried. So I slept until almost 8 AM.
I'm all puffy too. The jacket I wore just last week, noting that it was fitting a little looser, is today completely constricting my upper arms.
In addition, I had a bout of angry sleep talking last night. Sometimes I have whole conversations with Jason in the middle of the night, while he's sitting up in bed, typing away on his computer, that I don't remember the next day. Sometimes they're benign and sometimes I'm just so irritated with him I could scream. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of these ramblings.
Last night was an angry night and I woke up in the middle of it and snapped at him, "How much longer are you going to be on your computer?!"
To be fair, it was 1:12 AM. I don't think my question was completely unreasonable. However, my delivery could have been a little nicer. I wonder, though, if those angry nights have anything to do with what I've eaten the day before. That's something to make note of in the future.
So here I am, disappointed because I didn't get in my swim this morning, feeling bloated and yucky, with a slightly resentful husband. Pastries are no good for me!
We have suggested to our assistant that next time she might also want to get some fruit for our staff meeting breakfast. I'd like to put in a plug for bacon too, but I think that might be asking too much.