The weather outside might be frightful, but these snowy, sleety days are some of my favorites as a work-at-home freelancer. I love waking up on a morning like this and looking out the window. Around 7:30, I rolled out of bed, pulled on my favorite fleecy sweatpants and my bright blue ski parka and wandered down the block to the grocery store, where I stocked up on lots of yummy provisions for the next 24 hours ahead (though I could probably, easily, last at least three days with what I bought).
I love supermarkets first thing in the morning—shelves stocked with fresh deliveries, no one else around. I picked up a rotisserie chicken, some ham, pasta, cheese, lots of good English tea, some biscuits, plenty of veg, polenta, and some rolled oats.
While I was in Africa, I ate loads—giant breakfasts and full three-course meals twice a day, every day—but I didn't gain any weight because, I suppose, all the foods were healthy, local, unprocessed, and made from whole ingredients.
I've been pretty good since I got back last week—especially because I'd been on malaria prophylactics until Saturday and am always super-careful about what I'm ingesting when I'm on scary meds like that—so was doing great. Until the Super Bowl last night, during which I ate loads of carbs, too much pie, and waaaay too many Doritos. I woke up this morning feeling really gross and sluggish. Processed food really does make you feel like crap—but I guess I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been on three weeks of super-wholesome eating.
Back on the wagon! Lots of stories to finish up today—and book editing all week.