I am not at all sitting here in a stupor trying to wake up with some cups of coffee and barely succeeding. No, not at all. And I have not just eaten two slices of toast trying to achieve the same. Maybe this ice cold glass of water will do the trick. Well yes, if I pour it down my back, but I intend to drink it, although anything is worth a try.
I have to get up on time to go to yoga in the morning, so my being up now is just a short interlude between periods of sleep. Tyke was very insistent that I get up to let him out back and then I could not resist the temptation to stay up for a while like I always do. It is an old habit by now and one I calculate into my nightly sleeping pattern. Soon enough, common sense will take a hold of me and I will go back to bed.
I am drinking decaf now so as to not become overly alert, but maybe my mind will be fooled into being perky anyway. It certainly does taste as though I am drinking regular coffee, but that is because I am drinking the better brand. When I was at my sister's on Sunday, I had creamy butter windmill cookies and I sure wish I had some of them to go with my coffee now. But if I were to buy those, I would eat the whole package of them in the shortest amount of time and gain a kilo, so I better not do that.
I have been reading in my Betty Crocker cookbook about making quiches and I am sure tempted to try one. My personal helper had made one with Boursin cheese and had brought me a piece to eat. It was delicious and made me crave more. You can basically make up your own filling and it is not to difficult to make one. All I have to do is give the baking sheet of the oven a good scrubbing. I have the oven cleaner to do this, so there is nothing to stop me.
I feel like wearing cheerful clothes in the morning, but I hope this has nothing to do with being hypomanic. I sure do distrust my moods right now and if I feel like wearing yellow or red, I immediately try to work out why that is. I really must do the opposite of what I feel like doing and tone everything down, just like I have been avoiding all sorts of triggers. For that reason, maybe I should wear gray and black. It may be better to be a bit subdued.
I do wonder what sorts of yoga exercises I am going to learn today and which muscles will ache tomorrow so I will know that I have had a good work out. There is some satisfaction in feeling some kinds of pain, especially if you can take a pill for it afterwards.