Day 13: Boundless Lethergy

I'm tired, but before we blame the diet, let me just say that how I feel today is not unfamiliar outside of the diet. 
I look around the house, once again covered in the fine dust of a wall torn down. 
I look at the dirty, dusty, sticky countertops. 
I look at the ever-regenerating mounds of clothing in the hampers. 
I look at the streak of crap that squeezed its way out of my daughter's diaper and onto my hands and arms,
and of course her clothes and back.
I smell the rotting strawberry and chickenmisc discards in my trash. 
It makes me so tired. It makes me want to run away.

• Breakfast was reheated eggs and a sausage patty and leftover steamed broccoli. Tea.

• Lunch as late again. I don't remember what it was because most of my mind was occupied with feeding my daughter, who like me, doesn't want to eat anything around. Whatever I ate was compliant.

• For dinner, I made this: http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/fishdishes/r/spicerubbedcod.htm. It was suprisingly flavorless. I served it with spinach salad, which was reliably good.

Notes:

Le sigh. I am realizing that no matter what I eat, the house will not clean itself.


I hate food. I hate meals. I hate dishes. I wish I could just swallow a Jetson pill and be done with it.
Yes, I realize how selfish and awful this is in the global context.


I think I'll stop referring to the timeline. I'm definitely going through the hardest days now.