Thought about why I sort of collapsed with fatigue late yesterday afternoon.
For all of my adult life I have enjoyed great good health. I was able to work and party as hard as I needed or wanted. A 16-hour workday was common. And it wasn’t unheard of to party until 4AM and still make it to work by 8AM. I believe we called that burning the candle at both ends. It worked for me.
And when I got into my 50s and Carlton was in his 60s, I became the “food police” as I tried to keep him alive and my weight fashionably low. Or at least lower than Carlton’s.
I have fallen off the “eat healthy” wagon. And I am no longer fashionably thin. I have called too many grilled bacon and cheese sandwiches with chips washed down with a beer, dinner. I think nothing of calling a cookie and coffee lunch.
Well, that has to stop.
I honestly believe that I have max 2 more years. So, I figure I can eat anything I want. But, I also think I might have more energy if I started eating like I should again. (I had cottage cheese and strawberries for lunch. That’s a start.)
It’s a bitch, when you know what you should do but you don’t want to do it.