everybody's sleeping, under my skin
Oh woooooooooooooo!
Three weeks ago my chiropractor recommended I give up sugar to see if it helped my migraines. This was coming off the back of four migraines in two weeks, pretty much back to the bad old days where getting up in the morning was like playing chicken with two crashing cymbals aimed at my head. Will they get me today? Whoops. Yes. No? Crash, clang, thump, me fall down.
This giving up of all life's pleasures (shut up! exaggeration is all I have left *whimper*) comes at the fabulous pre-Christmas all you can eat and drink festive party season. I've been pretty good. Well I've mostly been pretty. With some goodness. Two glasses of wine and a small macadamia nut biscotti have been my sole incursions.
THE CRAVINGS O.M.F.G.
UNFortunately it's working. Not once skerrick of a migraine in three weeks. Which would be making me a dancing fool, except without the sugar I am unable to boogie. (This is, in fact, a complete lie, you couldn't stop the wiggling of my hips by application of elephant strength superglue).
Today, however, work has been akin to being cuddled hard by miniature hedgehogs who lurve me greatly. So I had a single, infinitesimal, heavenly piece of Whittakers 72% Dark Ghana.
The joy! The taste! The small rush of glee! The happiness! The complete and utter lack of guilt (I'm saving it for the crash, which is approaching like a freight train full of incontinent circus animals).
But for now I leave you with a WWWWWHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Three weeks ago my chiropractor recommended I give up sugar to see if it helped my migraines. This was coming off the back of four migraines in two weeks, pretty much back to the bad old days where getting up in the morning was like playing chicken with two crashing cymbals aimed at my head. Will they get me today? Whoops. Yes. No? Crash, clang, thump, me fall down.
This giving up of all life's pleasures (shut up! exaggeration is all I have left *whimper*) comes at the fabulous pre-Christmas all you can eat and drink festive party season. I've been pretty good. Well I've mostly been pretty. With some goodness. Two glasses of wine and a small macadamia nut biscotti have been my sole incursions.
THE CRAVINGS O.M.F.G.
UNFortunately it's working. Not once skerrick of a migraine in three weeks. Which would be making me a dancing fool, except without the sugar I am unable to boogie. (This is, in fact, a complete lie, you couldn't stop the wiggling of my hips by application of elephant strength superglue).
Today, however, work has been akin to being cuddled hard by miniature hedgehogs who lurve me greatly. So I had a single, infinitesimal, heavenly piece of Whittakers 72% Dark Ghana.
The joy! The taste! The small rush of glee! The happiness! The complete and utter lack of guilt (I'm saving it for the crash, which is approaching like a freight train full of incontinent circus animals).
But for now I leave you with a WWWWWHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!