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FLD Resurrection. The Second Coming. Day 2.
There are advantages to being on autopilot. I get out of bed when the alarm goes off, I deal with the pet, I check the coffee machine and make my coffee, it drips into my cup whilst I wash the dishes. It’s the same thing every single morning. I don’t think, I just do it.
By the time I’ve been awake for 10 minutes, my systems have rebooted, and any fog has cleared. If I’d stopped to think this morning before throwing myself down the length of my bed to turn off my alarm, I might have felt hungry. Hunger has so far surprised me with it’s absence.
The milkshake maker I purchased for this fat loss journey hasn’t been used to make a single meal replacement shake. Instead I poured warm milk into it, added a teaspoon of chocolate powder, dropped in the whisk ball and shook the whole thing vigorously until it was smooth, with a head of foam. That was my daughters hot chocolate, I wake her up with a drink every morning.
On the periphery of my awareness as I did all of this, hovered the desire to have one of my meal replacement shakes, and a spectre of worry that lack of fuel might trigger a headache and make it hard to hit my target at work. I was undecided, but they both left, like two people tired of waiting for a bus on a cold morning.
