My New Alarm Clock

I have never, in my life, been woken up by my stomach. From hunger. Indigestion, perhaps. But that was when I was a teenager and eating an entire Pizza Hut pizza seemed like a good idea. No, it's not. Or when I was a bit younger and thought you could survive off Corona, cigarettes, and a late-night helping of Monica's Idea/Mass Confusion at the Denver Diner. (This is a breakfast mountain of biscuits, scrambled eggs, white gravy, and topped with bacon bits.) Also not a good idea. But I digress...

My tummy went off at 5:45am, blaring like an alarm clock. Mind you, my clock isn't set to go off until 7am. Growl! Growl! Growl!... I shot out of bed and pacified myself with a small glass of OJ, but that's so I can sleep for another 30 minutes (after I write this.) No need to upset an already upset stomach, right?

Geez! I didn't think eating 6 times a day would have this kind of effect on me. It is working, though, as the spare tire around my tummy has gone from the size of an inner tube to the size of a hula-hoop. Or at least it feels that way.

Maybe it's anxiety over what I will be doing for a job over the next few weeks. On one hand, with Offer #2 I could be earning a lot more money. On the other, longevity with my current employer might be a better fit.

But I remember thinking that Offer #2's benefit program had a free gym membership. And I've been scheming on a way to get to the gym for free. Hmmmmm.

Must deliberate more on this. After a huge breakfast.

I love breakfast.