Tiffany Forni.. uh huh

So today… after work.. I decide to go to the gym.  Yeah, I’m all changed and ready to go.. pull into the parking lot.. and decide to recline for a minute and shut my eyes.  Well.. an hour later I get a phone call from my boyfriend that wakes me up and I realize I had been sleeping for over an hour!  I bet the people at the gym think I’m a hobo that lives out of my car.  Suuure, she drives a nice car, but she lives in it!  Yeah, feels wierd.  I found that there were a few people staring at me when I woke up.  It was incredibly well… uncomfortable.  Why does that happen?  Last time I lost a lot of weight and was working out prety hard I began to be narcoleptic.  I could feel myself getting tired then I’d have to pull over if I was driving to sleep.  I’d wake up hours later not realizing how long I had slept for.  I don’t know why this happens.  If anyone has an idea, I’d like to know.  Am I not eating enough?  I had half a sandwich in the car right before the gym.  I don’t want to get that crazy sleeping thing happening. 

 Well, after the gym I feel like I’ve been givin a shot of crack or whatever.. I’m hyperactive, I feel great, and I want to do anything that walks…  w00t!  I love working out.. and should probably get to it before falling asleep in my car again.

In the middle of the night
I go cookin in my sleep
Through the kitchen at Miiiiidniiiight
In the pantry so deeeeeeeep
I must be searchin for somethin…
Somethin sacred I looooost
Somethin I’ll never fiiiiind
Somethin my brother probably aaaate…
(I know that doesn’t fit but I don’t care)
In the middle of the night.  

Eventhough I know the kitchen is wide I walk down when I don’t want to walk anymoreee..
I check the fridge to see for goodies inside..
So I can finally find, what I been lookin forrrrrrrr
In the middle of the night.
     -you can sing this to the tune of that popular Billy Joel song..

So tonight I decided to solve one of my own problems.. I just got out of the shower after spending wayyy too long in the gym.  I get hungry.. very hungry.  It’s late, and I was told that I can’t have anything but green stuff this late.. blah.. some carb something something.. So I wasn’t allowed to EAT anything taisty.. so..

I distracted myself.  Wearing only a bathrobe and a giant red towel on my head I snuck into the kitchen around 11:30ish.

Since moving back in with my parents (jeebus people, it’s temporary) I have discovered a plethora of new doodads other than my forman grill. A "slow cooker"… woo.. interesting. It sat alone on the counter.. all clean and shiny.. and from the looks of it, never used. My mother is culinary challenged.. but she makes great reservations.  She had been talking about this new device for the past few days so I thought of her while at the grocery store and picked up a cookbook for it.  *yes it had carb/fat/protein blah blah info in it..)  A blue sticky note caught my eye… "Beer Roast" it was called.  I almost shed a tear at the sheer joy of my findings!  I quickly gathered the ingredients, 1/2 cup chili sauce, 1 bottle beer (Sam Adams Holiday Porter in my case), 2 teaspoons of montreal steak seasoning, 2 onions, and a roast.  Meanwhile my great dane Reganne decided she ought to stop in and see what I was doing.  I hacked away at the fat on the giant frozen hunk of meat, thusly making my dog drool, and eventually got the white sleeves of my robe covered in bovine blood.  If someone had caught me like that, late at night, huge meat cleaver, bloody robe, towel on my head.. yeah.. I’d have called the cops. 

Anywho, I mashed it all in there and set the timer for 10 hours.  Tee heee *that’s the closest thing I can type to a little evil laugh* and in the morning… I shall have ROAST!  Cooking that thing, (ok throwing stuff into a pot) made me feel like I had accomplished something and gave me something else to look forward to in the morning.  9 am.. It usually takes a lot to wake me up but the smell of fresh beast will have me up and dressed in no time.  Perhaps I’ll forgo the normal clothing and use my clean bathrobe.  Hunger gets what hunger wants.  So..

In short.

Cook something in a crock pot late at night when you’re hungry, and the ADHD in you will forget that you didn’t actually eat it.  Then you can sleep and be all excited like a kid on christmas eve for what awaits you in the morning.

 Just a though… anywho, rock on people.  G’night!