It’s 4 a.m. These mini wheats have got to go. 7 points for 25 of them. And I eat way more than that, I’m sure.
I tried making WW oatmeal, but it didn’t come out right.
I wish I could lose even just 10 pounds right now. Even 5 would be better than nothing. And losing nothing would be better than gaining.
But I woke up starving, and there’s really no reason why I should have, other than that the hormone has made my appetite insane.
So I’m not buying them anymore. I’ll have to replace them with something more reasonable, like Life or Special K.
I got the other bookcase up and Aislyn stocked it. It’s not even the same as the first bookcase; the shelves don’t align properly.
I should ask for a discount. It would be a huge pain to return them. And I really would rather not have all those games stacked on the dining room floor again.
After I finish my decaf, I’m going back to bed.
I threw away the rest of that cereal, but not before I had three bowls of it. It really wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t even hungry by the third bowl. Now I feel gross and most of my points for another day are wasted.
Well, I wish this post was more cheerful, but I guess it is what it is. Goodnight.