Excuse me, anybody seen the wagon I fell off of?

Okay, so I'm trying to climb back onto the wagon. The one where I eat balanced meals and take vitamins so that my body feels good and life is happy.

(Except, in my world, when life gets happy I start preparing for nuclear bombs)

Anyhoo... yesterday consisted of a moderately healthy lunch, an abysmal dinner and no breakfast. And as such, by 10pm, I was ready to be planted six feet deep.

Today, I boldly trundled from my bed at 6:13am, took The Monster for a walk, did the "help the environment, shower that stench away" thing... and then sat down to a nice bowl of whole-bran. Oddly enough, I like bran. This surprises me to no end.

I drank a bottle of water, took my multi-vitamins and went forth into the unpleasant workworld.

By 10am, if a wandering cow had walked past, it was going down. I'd have ripped it apart with my bare hands. Thankfully, before I could turn to cannabilism, I found a package of instant-porridge. So, the beast, AKA my stomach, has been quelled. However, I fear I'm turning into a hobbit if healthy-eating means I'm going to be having six - eight meals a day. Next up, lunch. Then after-lunch. Before-dinner, Dinner, after-dinner.

Eeek.