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Pancakes

I did make pancakes last night.  A reasonably small batch, but with lashings of butter and fake maple syrup.  It did take care of my sweet cravings, and I'm doing OK today.  Still no chocolate, still no lollies, but a lot of fruit and juice!!  I'm aiming for my 2 & 5, but it's always been easier for me to get the fruit in, rather than the veggies.

However, I should steam some beans and pumpkin to go with my zucchini slice.  Or I have a potato that still looks edible.  Baked potato, veggies and veggie gravy.  That sounds good.

I'm really thirsty, though.  I'm drinking water, juice and diet coke, and am up to at least 6 glasses today, but still thirsty, and with a faint headache.  I'll just keep on drinking until it all goes away.

I'm pretty tired, but trying hard not to be too lazy.  My naps today haven't been too restful, mostly as I've either had people coming (cleaners) or have had to go out shortly (RBH appointment), or Fred's been yowling, trucks rumbling, neighbourhood sounds etc.

I was up at 2am last night, for a while, back to bed after 4am, up again at 8.30am.  But now it's 5.20pm, so I'll have to stay up until bed time, or else it will be disastrous.

Must go now, and not sleep....

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