Forgot
Did you ever hear a Hollywood starlet babble on about how they just "forget" to eat? And you just want to pin them down and stuff a peanut butter sandwich down their throat? I mean, how can anyone forget to eat? Choose not to eat I would buy, but not forget.
Until Monday when I forgot to eat breakfast.
It was one of those mornings. I was up at 6:15, just as the Hermit was leaving. Sparky had to be to the bus for just after 7am, which requires a quick 15 minute (round trip) jaunt down the road. Fortunately Miss Thing had a dentist appointment that morning and was able to stay home with Her Majesty - who hates having to come for the very quick car ride - and Clive who were still asleep. After coming back home I had to get the youngest two feed and dressed and Her Majesty ready for preschool while Miss Thing got herself ready for the dentist and school. Oh, and myself dressed and presentable to the world. I did manage to have at least one cup of tea and I think even a cup of coffee as I rushed around, managing to get it all done as we left home at 8:45. Huzzah!
I dropped Miss Thing at the dentist, took Her Majesty to preschool where I spent 10 minutes coaxing her into letting go of my leg and then made a quick dash back home to get her hat. Fortunately I was able to drop her hat with the director at the front counter so Her Majesty didn't see me and I wouldn't have to spend more time convincing her that I would indeed be picking her up that afternoon (I mentioned she'd become quite clingy lately). Back to the dentist to wait for Miss Thing to be finished, where I spent the next 20 minutes chasing Clive around the waiting area as he dashed between the water cooler and the front door, laughing maniacally as I pulled him away from each. The toys only held his attention for a minute or two at most - making water come from the cooler or trying to escape out the door into the car park is much more fun! For him.
By the time Miss Thing was done, it was well after 10am. I decided to drive her in myself as the bus trip would not get her there until well after the morning break. I had nearly finished my Diet Coke by now and my stomach was rumbling, but I told myself it hadn't been that long since we'd left home and I'd grab something when we got back. On the drive home I started to get a little shaky and I began to get annoyed with myself. For God's sake, couldn't I go a couple of hours without eating??? Had I turned into a glutton? Resolutely I pushed on as Clive began to doze off in the back. The Golden Arches beckoned to me; I ignored them. Colonel Sanders invited me to drop by; I declined.
I pulled into my driveway just past 11:30 and quickly bundled a sleepy Clive off to his bed. By now I was shaking badly, my stomach was aching, I was experiencing some tunnel vision and I was feeling very anxious. What the fuck? Finally, as I leaned against the kitchen counter trying to get hold myself, my nursing training pushed its way to the front of my confused brain: You're suffering classic signs of hypoglycemia, you idiot. Eat something. Now!
What? Hypoglycemia? My blood sugar isn't that low! It can't be! I just ate...
Shit. No I hadn't. I hadn't eaten breakfast. In fact, my last meal was 6pm the night before. Nearly 18 hours before. Not only had I forgotten to eat, I'd forgotten that I forgot to eat. And it wasn't so much forgetting to eat as not taking two minutes to grab a piece of fruit as I rushed about. I kept putting it off and putting it off - yeah, I'll grab it in a minute just let me do this first - until I forgot about it.
We don't keep orange juice in the house, so I quickly downed some carbohydrates and sat at the kitchen table until my blood sugar came back to normal. At least it gave me a chance to read the Sunday paper!
I've finally discovered a way to be like one of those Hollywood toothpicks superstars - just have 4 kids! Sure you won't have the huge house with more bathrooms than bedrooms, or the glamorous wardrobe, or even the body to fit into said glamorous wardrobe, but you can say you just "forgot" to eat!
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Yeah, I don't have the problem that I forget to eat. My problem is that I forget I've just eaten and shouldn't be requiring food. LOL.
This is usually my problem as well - which explains the shelf full of clothes that no longer fit - and why I was trying not to eat when my body was screaming at me to do so that morning! So from now on I'm just going to eat all the time and weigh as much as a house. :-)
I used to not eat until about 3pm. That's very poor English there too I see.
Yep, I know, woeful. When I met Mr Mumfies I weighed in at 45 kilos. I'm 163cm tall so not really that short. Aaaah, good times!
Well, now I eat, and eat some more! I won't say how much I now weigh, but .... I'm certainly not going to blow away in a strong wind!!!
Actually, I do eat quite well. It's really the lack of exercise and the coke I consume. I often have two cans in one day. I try to limit it to one or better still, none.
I can see how you forgot to eat and forgot that you hadn't eaten! Life's just way too busy when you have kids. I hear ya, girlfriend!
If we could just do that a few times a week, perhaps we'd be sticks too!!
BTW - how GREAT is that football was cancelled tonight?!
You really need to take better care of yourself, Mooselet! Though I do have to admit to having done that on more than one occassion. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to make a great dent in the weight.
Try to keep some crackers in the car - I'd rather fruit, but that tends to go bad too quickly and stink up the car. And mention this to your doctor at your next check up. Blood sugar problems run in the family and you don't need that. What you do need is a maid, cook, nanny (or two) and a chauffeur - tell the Hermit to start looking for them.
I've done that before. Not a good feeling at all.
Mumfies - only 2 cans of Coke. I can down 4-6 cans of Diet Coke quite easily. Yes, I have a problem. :-) I enjoy breakfast, and dinner, and everything in between! I just, well, forgot!
MM - this only happens when I go nearly 18 hours without eating, so I don't think it's a diabetic thing. I usually have some kind of snack in the car for the kids, but I honestly thought I had eaten and was trying not to snack. It was only when I really thought about it that I realized I hadn't eaten. Have I mentioned I suffer from CRS (Can't Remember Shit)? Maybe the doctor can cure that...
Jason - glad I'm not the only one!
I personally thing eating is a big bother. It's a waste of time and gets tedious and monotonous trying to figure out new things to eat every day. This is probably an unpopular stand, but if I had the option of never being able to eat again and still staying healthy, I'd probably take it.
btw, I think your comments are off on your newest skinfest post.
I try not to miss any meals. I get very cranky when I do.
And the comments are off for the Skinfest. I had no idea Maclachlan looked so good.
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