Sleep Deprivation

It's early. It's Sunday morning and it's very early. I should be sleeping. I should be dreaming. But, I am not. I am listening to a Care Bear movie in the background, while my good friends children are watching it on the couch. My good friends are probably just finishing up a charity fundraising climb up the stairs of the CN Tower. I've been awake since 6:30am. 6:30am on a Sunday. I'm tired. I'm tired and more tired. I have a busy day ahead of me. It's raining. When it rains I like to sleep as long as possible. My knees are paining me. But I'm awake. I'm not sleeping. I'm awake and not sleeping and writing in this blog to pass the time and not watch a movie with Care Bears in it.

I've been cleansing now for a week and I'm doing really well. I feel a lot better. Haven't lost much weight, not that I've weighed myself, but my clothes fit pretty much the same, so I don't think I've lost more than a pound or two. Nothing significant. I'm okay with that. It's only the first week. I'm pretty happy with myself. I've been out for dinner with friends and didn't cheat. Japanese on Friday (no sushi please, I'll have the glass noodle with vegetables. Domo.) Thai on Saturday (I'd like the sea bass, but I'll have the vegetarian Singapore vermicelli please.) Both meals are excellent and I'm glad I didn't veer off course. I crave chocolate. I crave it all the time. Mostly at night. Mostly when I see others eat it. Mostly when it's right in front of my face and I can smell it through the wrapper. Meh. Oh well. I'll have that nice Royal Gala apple instead. Hmm. Yeah, it's not quite what I'm looking for to satisfy the sweet craving that is ravaging my stomach. A teaspoon of honey has been my savior on more than one occasion.

I've got nothing else. I'm still to sleepy to really understand that I'm even awake. Maybe when I get up, in my head, then I'll think of something witty. Until then, you're stuck with this.