My baby carries packed lunch to school, so I usually wake up at 4.00 or 5.00. I get up at 4.00 when I have to make lunch in the morning, like on rice-and-scrambled-eggs days. Reheating scrambled eggs is just disaster, so I’ll wake up an hour early to cook. Baby herself has to be up at 5.00 because her school bus comes at 6.00, but I plan to change that soon.

Once she’s on the bus at 6.00, I have some options. I could go to the gym, I could get on Twitter and swiftly lose an hour, I could pop in a DVD and do taebo, or I could do some kind of housework. This week hasn’t been good on me, so as soon as she gets on the bus, I turn off all the lights and go back to sleep. I’ll then get up at 10 or 11 and start my workday.

I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so drained. I recognize the early stages of depression – for me, it usually starts with a difficulty getting out of bed. But I’m feeling fairly upbeat most of the time, so that really can’t be it. It’s been a while since I took Tre-en-en, so it’s not withdrawal symptoms from that either.

Some weeks ago, I started doing taebo, but it’s been on-and-off this week … mostly off. The thing with taebo is you feel it. You can’t see the pounds come off, but you sweat at every session, and sweating makes you feel like you’re effective. If you go three days in a row, by day 4 you find it easy…well easier at any rate. But if you skip a single day, you’ll be puffing a panting through the routine. So I’m wondering if fatigue is a result of dissing Billy.

Yesterday, I was starved and had no idea what to eat. I decided to go get some fries, but whenI got to the door I thought, ‘Hmm, why not do taebo instead?’

I was utterly mortified at having such a sensible thought so early in the morning. Exercise over fries? Sacrilege! Blasphemy!! So I wrote an email to get my mind off things. Then I went and got my fries.

This morning I got up at 5 and some guys were yelling outside. I don’t know any of my neighbours, but I was terribly moody, and I was cursing in my head. Usually, I would ignore them hoping they would go away. But for some reason, I yanked the door open and said:

‘Come on guys, it’s 5.00 a.m.’

They made a meek apology and went completely silent. Yay me! But then again, they live on the top floor, and they were heckling as they walked down the stairs, so they probably just went quiet because they’d walked past my door and out of the building. Meh.

I had a grumpy morning on Twitter and decided to take a walk. But before that, I Googled foods that give you energy and realised I lack access to all of them. Well, almost all. I mean, think about it:

1. Green vegetables – Don’t they just look heavenly? *gag*
2. Whole cereals – Milk allergy
3. Green parsely – *blink*blink*
4. Fruits – Well … maybe …
5. Seeds – Do I look like a bird to you? Wait. Don’t answer that.
6. Nuts – This I can work with.
7. Fruit smoothies and shakes *blink*blink*blink*
8. Green tea – …
9. Honey – Yuck
10. Coffee – Er … no … I don’t think so.

I now realise that these are foods that give you energy, not foods that are good for you. Because I don’t see how coffee makes it onto any health list.

After looking at the list, I decided to take a walk to get some mangoes and an apple. But then I realized I just wanted an excuse to kill time and spend money. After all, I’d be walking to my brother’s place, and I would not leave him after two minutes. Plus, shopping while hungry means I would probably get chocolate with my apple.

I thought about doing dishes, but that would only take four hours – you haven’t seen the state of my sink. I settled for warming chapo and ndengu leftovers in the microwave, so I cleaned a cup, a bowl, and a saucepan. What. It was one of those cast iron chapati ones, and it was starting to rust. I think it got mad at me for leaving it so long, because it hit me on the nose. I can’t wait for someone to ask me why my face is swollen so I can say, ‘I banged it with a saucepan.’ God I love my life *cheeky grin*

After warming my food, I made up some lemon tea. I noticed princess forgot her Bimbo break, poor thing. She must be starving. But at least she had milk and mango juice. As I was thinking and warming, the Bimbo found its way into my mouth. I was going to have a second piece when I shook myself. After all, I’d decided to eat healthy to boost energy. My lemon tea was going to have no sugar, and eating a chocolate coated biscuit was a good way to negate that.

I argued in my head for a while, and good sense won, especially when I got the scale and saw I’d lost two kilos. Yay! Of course, that could just be because I hadn’t eaten yet, but still it made me smile enough to do my lemon tea. I did put in half a teaspoon of sugar … and it doesn’t taste bad when you think about it. Or rather, when you don’t think about it. Meh.

So here I am, fed, buoyed, working on articles and sipping on lemon tea. Now … what to tell the princess about her Bimbo …