12,209 Days Alive
It’s my own fault I’m awake. I should not have napped for three hours this afternoon. But I literally lost functional Brian power because I was so tired.
I’ve taken my meds. I’ve eaten dinner, twice if you count the frozen meal.
I need to pick up more low-spoon meals. Like some damn veggie crumbles and make a mess of taco meat with them. And just have frozen taco meat to add to eggs or a salad or into a low carb quesadilla.
That’s a good plan. A mix of meat and not-meat pre-made taco meat. Maybe I can make myself a meal plan?
Something to make sure I actually eat. It is far too easy to feel like I don’t deserve it.
Thank goodness for friends like my Darling Wife, J, Eli, and Tink. They can tempt me with food when I don’t feel like existing.