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asherisI was far too zealous about my workout tonight, jumping from 40 minutes to 60 on the bike. Felt fine at first, but not long after I got back upstairs I started feeling horribly ill.
The boneless pork rib fillet that I'd planned on for dinner went back in the fridge, and out came a handy quart of chicken broth. A cup of that (zinged up with some garlic, onion, cayenne, and a few herbs) and a slice of toast and I'm feeling vaguely human again, but I don't think I'll feel guilty for just lazing on my ass the rest of the evening, not doing anything more strenuous than lifting the remote and changing the channel.
(Good night for it, at least; the History Channel is showing several episodes of "Egypt Beyond the Pyramids". Good stuff!)
"Baking" a potato in the microwave, since I'm beginning to feel better as the chicken soup does it's thing. Let me guess, I'll wake up about 3 am absolutely ravenous...
The boneless pork rib fillet that I'd planned on for dinner went back in the fridge, and out came a handy quart of chicken broth. A cup of that (zinged up with some garlic, onion, cayenne, and a few herbs) and a slice of toast and I'm feeling vaguely human again, but I don't think I'll feel guilty for just lazing on my ass the rest of the evening, not doing anything more strenuous than lifting the remote and changing the channel.
(Good night for it, at least; the History Channel is showing several episodes of "Egypt Beyond the Pyramids". Good stuff!)
"Baking" a potato in the microwave, since I'm beginning to feel better as the chicken soup does it's thing. Let me guess, I'll wake up about 3 am absolutely ravenous...
