As many of you know, I lead a relatively healthy lifestyle. Healthy Herbalife shake for breakfast, healthy snacks, moderate exercise (which has gone for a loop recently due to a recurring injury) and water or tea as opposed to coffee. Yesterday though, Eve, Elizabeth’s elder sister celebrated her 50th birthday, and so they packed in some sugary treats for me today: marbled meringues and a generous slice of lemon meringue cheesecake. On some plane maybe they knew that I’d be getting news today, news I’ve been waiting a long time for. I’d been expecting the information to be exactly what it was, but the finality of it clearly messed with my brain chemistry.
Every so often, the company I work for arranges for short training for us – usually it is by the same person, a relationship psychologist who teaches us to apply the skills we already have to improve both our relationships within- and outside the workplace. His last talk was nutrition-based and how blood-sugar levels affect our moods. In very simple terms, he explained that if our blood sugar reaches a certain low level, the adrenaline and nor-adrenaline our body excretes has the same impact on our brains as a person seeing a lion. Judging by the number of calories I’ve consumed already (I’ve devoured every morsel of The Toppie’s homemade steak & kidney and all the sweet goodies Eve packed in for me) I must have a pride of lions on the prowl in my subconscious.
Pic from PetRescue.com
Time for water to flush them out and replace them with delighted, rainbow-farting unicorns, because goodness knows, I can’t pack up and move to Scotland. For those of you who don’t get the reference – Google is your friend – search for Scotland’s national animal.
Reflections of a Misfit 