Knuckling down

I made myself a gnocchi bake with creamy tomato sauce and chorizo crumbs last night. I threw in some baby spinach leaves and zucchini to avoid getting scurvy.

I’d rather cook for a crowd, but I’m living solo and not a big takeaway fan, so I toil away at the stove after work.

The upside of my labours is there are lots of leftovers for lunch.

Oh, and I’m being melodramatic about the scurvy, as I’ve been making an effort to include more veggies in my meals.

I start the day with my old disaccharide deficiencies breakfast: a small avocado, a handful of cherry tomatoes, a cube of Meredith Goat’s Cheese and a boiled egg.

It’s been years since I’ve eaten the combination, as I ditched it when my gut issues became more tolerable. It is deeeee-licious. I am loving every mouthful.

Snack time is a banana and lunch and dinner are usually something home cooked. I tried doing poke bowls and other super health-conscious stuff, but my boredom levels were too high, so I went back to yum factor and (slightly) smaller portions.

I ate last night’s dinner while tapping away at the computer and being bombarded with WhatsApp messages from people on the body corporate committee about fly screens. Ping, ping, ping, ping!

I let them fight it out among themselves.

Unfortunately, it reminded me that I hadn’t written up the minutes from the body corporate meeting last week. Blah. So I reluctantly knuckled down to complete my acting chairman duties.

Then I had a chitter chat on the phone with my former sister in law, packed the dishwasher and headed to bed for some doom scrolling.

I woke up in the middle of the night with stabbing stomach pains, which seemed a bit cruel of the universe when I’ve been making a slight effort to be good.

The tummy pains stole a few hours of my sleep, so I will be a bit tired today.

I might need to keep a food diary to work out what’s going on. I’ve been wondering whether I am sugar intolerant – I had a little sliver of carrot cake at an afternoon tea at work, but it was many hours later that the pains struck.

In other navel-contemplating news, I still don’t know what my new purpose is in life, but I feel less perilously sad about not having one. That said, it’s only Wednesday.

Happy hump day!

Song of the day: Elvis “A little less conversation, a little more action please” (he was soooooo beautiful)