I made good use of an hour tonight, and unleashed my inner domestic goddess, chopping and measuring and stir-frying, and ending up with six serves each of beef stroganoff and creamy chicken fettucine. Tomorrow, while my breakfast oats are simmering, I'll whip up a batch of apple-cinnamon pancakes as well, and with some fruit, nuts and other goodies on hand, I'll be set for the rest of the week.
Given that my mojo is a bit transient just now, and that my energy levels seem to ebb and flow a bit too, seizing the moment to do some meal preparation is not only useful, it's bloody essential. Having healthy and tasty meals at hand definitely makes life easier.
More importantly, I'm far less likely to fall victim to the battalion of rebel commandos who live inside my head, and who constantly try to lead me astray for one flimsy reason or another. These past couple of days, they've ganged up and mounted guerilla attacks on me while my defences were a bit weakened, and I'm still limping from some minor wounds.....
Big on the war analogies tonight, aren't I? That's because I'm going into battle, guns a-blazing, and I'm taking those mofos DOWN.