Talk about being lazy. Daylight savings ended this weekend, which meant we had to wind our clocks back one hour, thereby gaining an hour. My plan - and this is perfect - was to go to bed at my usual, daylight savings hour (10pm) and get up an hour earlier (8am). I would have still gotten my usual number of zzz's, and still be up early for a nice morning run.
Hah. Fat chance. What ended up happening was -
8am: Alarm rings
Me: Mnnhmpph?! *hits the stop button*
Me: *zzz...zzzz*
9am: Boyfriend gets up to walk the dog
Me: *zzz...zzzzz...zzzzz*
10am: Wake up feeling surprisingly rested.
So much for that morning run.
Plus, I've been eating too many carbs today. Marmite (yes!) on 2 slices of toast in the morning, 2.5 potato croquettes (bad! bad!) for lunch, a nectarine and just now I had one slice of peanut butter toast. Oh, and a handful of cheese-flavoured Shapes (bad! bad! bad!).
Weekends are nice but sometimes they throw you off the wagon.
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