I was struck by a swift but violent bout of food sickness last night. I know you don’t want the details, so suffice it to say: I was looking forward to eating bland food today when I finally pulled myself out of bed at 6:30 this morning. Thankfully, school served me and the other wheat-free peeps some yogurt. I started my day with a bowl of plain yogurt, 2 tablespoons of granola, and the faintest drizzle of maple syrup. Just what the doctor ordered! Mid-way through the morning, a throughly dehydrated me snacked on this pear:
After teaching several classes and proctoring a standardized test (read: meltdown of all my kids), I was in the mood for neither the fish being served nor the dining room atmosphere. I skipped home and whipped myself up some comforting oatmeal. Into the mix: 1/2 cup oatmeal, a rounded (tea)spoonful of almond butter, 1/2 scoop of protein powder, a splash of almond milk and a sprinkle of stevia. It was so. good.
I finished lunch around 1:00 and determined that I’d have just enough time to squeeze in a run at the gym before I was due back at school around 3:00. But, because I spent a significant portion of the night hugging the porcelain school bus (too much info?), I knew that I’d need MAJOR motivation.
Enter the cheesy tabloids and celebrity gossip. Yes!
Once at the gym, I ran a quick 5 miles at a 7:40 pace. Phewf! And, I showered and made it back to school in time to show my 4th grade literature circle the movie version of Bridge to Terebithia. We were celebrating having finished the novel! When JO and I walked in the door at 4:30, he proclaimed he had a treat for me. Boy, did he.
JO, you are magnificent. Your kombucha totally competes with my beloved health-store version. I paired his drink with some gluten-free pretzels and a cube of cheddar cheese and a 1/2 cup of apple sauce.
What can I say? My appetite is back. Now, I’m headed off for an evening of dorm duty, and the kitchen is serving sausage and potatoes. I think my stomach is ready for some meat.