I came here today because I’ve been meaning to start a new series of posts where I document the circumstances of the first deep breath I take each day. I’ve only remembered to do it today, which is a day when I did not take any deep breaths. I’m feeling huffy today for reasons unknown. (“Huffy” def. in Lindsie speak, is when my lungs are tight; I’m breathing but it’s not as free as it might be; I should probably find my salbutamol inhaler to ease it.)

OK not totally unknown. My lungs protest sometimes when I’ve had too much sugar/choco/alcohol. Which is why I try to watch my consumption of these things during the dance season. It’s barely the hint of a sacrifice on my part. I asked myself years ago whether I wanted to eat junk or breath during dance and I made my decision. (To breath.) But an advantage is no sugar/choco/alcohol = healthy.

I think I used to get huffy, also, when I was under a constant state of stress and anxiety? Certain former paid positions come to mind where I had to answer the phone all day. But that’s not today.

I don’t feel like eating much today either, but that’s likely to to over-indulging all weekend long. There were a couple times at least where I thought to myself after a meal that that was tooooooo much food.

Choco-chip zucchini loaf! I made one yesterday and then ate too much. It’s tasty. I have a good chunk of it left but I’ll eat it in smaller portions. Or have a larger portion but that will be a meal.