Happy Wednesday! (How did that happen? I swear it’s only just turned Monday.)
This week I have two night shifts- one of which I have done and just woken up from, and feel like c**p after. Right now, I don’t know what I want to do or what I want to eat or if I’m even hungry. What I do know is that coffee is my best friend 4 EVA. Monday I left you perhaps prematurely since I was just rambling on. I fear today may be the same. However, I did try out a new “recipe”. Not sure if you can call it that; I made almond milk. Was so easy, hence my questioning whether it counts as a recipe. But hey, at least I tried something new!
I am learning that I am such a creature of habit. I thought I was breaking free from my PB&J addiction but it turns out I was wrong. It’s my go to snack/dessert/lazy breakfast/boredom food. And y’know I usually only feature a picture of 1 or 2 rice cakes with PB&J with an additional note “ate this x100”, or similar? It’s because I have deluded myself into thinking that each time I will only have 1 or 2. That never, ever, ever happens. When will I learn? Anyone else have a similar food addiction/delusion? I’m actually getting bored with taking those photos so I think I may stop and carry on living in my happy denial that I only ever consume small amounts of the dream combo on any carb vehicle.
Anyway, for yesterday’s breakfast,
I broke from my traditional soy yoghurt (alpro soya, love you) and used a newbie:
I gotta say, this was disappointing. The lemon flavour was lovely and refreshing but the texture and thickness of the yoghurt was more like a milky drink (yuck), than a yoghurt. I’ve never been a fan of drinking milk or anything closely resembling drinking milk. Shame, especially as the flavour was great: fresh ‘n’ zingy. Still loved my breakfast.
After breakfast I had a nap in preparation for my first night shift. It was only a snooze for 1hr or so but I felt so disorientated afterwards. Even though it was lunch time I didn’t fancy much, so I decided on a snack plate:
Check out the lighting differences! For the record, I’m not usually one for “reduced fat” foods; I think they’re a farce and are usually full of rubbish to replace the fat. However, hummus is my exception. For some reason, in shop-bought hummus they always load it up with an unnessecary amount of fat, which is not only annoying but waters down the flavour (in my opinion). Instead, since I’m too
lazy busy(?) often to make my own hummus I tend to go for the reduced fat options. Btw, at this point I would insert a photo of my PB&J on rice cakes with the usual explanatory note underneath, but I’m saving you (as mentioned earlier, if you were paying attention).
When Tom got back from work we went for a quick, sweaty 24 minute run before I had to get ready for my night shift. I felt quite strong throughout the run, it was just unbearably hot. Speaking of heat, has anyone tried to sleep in the day post-night shift in this weather? Impossible. Even with the windows open, a fan on, and a sleeping mask. Not much joy. It didn’t help that I had to get up every hour or so to use the loo- usually happens when I’m on nights. Hang on, I’m getting ahead of myself…
Dinner before my night shift was light; again I wasn’t that hungry and knew I’d be snacking the night away (which I did).
Dressed with, and accompanied by:
Greatness. Packed food for the night shift was the usual affair:
Salad, fruit, nuts, dried fruit and crystalized ginger (inspired by a certain hippie). I ended up eating everything apart from the salad, and had a bag of snack-a-jacks from my locker. The shift wasn’t overly busy, and at times it dragged. I worked with a nurse who will be signing that I’ve passed the placement (and whole 3 years, hopefully). I always get so nervous when working with nurses I’ve never met before. I get performance anxiety, and never think I’m good enough. It was ok, but I don’t know whether she thought I was any good (I hope she did!).
I think the journey home after my shift was the longest ever- I got stuck at every light and behind the slowest drivers. After an interrupted sleep I was up at 2pm for some coffee and breakfast with the almond milk I’d made.
Oh my gosh, homemade almond milk is the best! Defo worth the time and effort. I’ll blog about how I made it (using someone’s else recipe) soon. Unfortunately, the only thing I have to store it in is a Tupperware box; not the most user-friendly for liquids storage.
How’s your week going so far? Have you ever made and/or tried almond milk? What did you think? It’s difficult to find and expensive to buy in the UK; making your own is defo the way forward.
And now for another night shift!