So I thought I would have a tasty little breakfast of cottage cheese and strawberries. Rinsed the strawberries, cut them up, mixed them with the cottage cheese and a little bit of splenda. Sit down to nosh and read the paper, after the 3rd bite or so, I noticed that the berries taste, how shall we say, not so good. Being totally paranoid of anything that can cause intestinal distress, I dump my breakfast and make oatmeal with protein powder.

Yet I still can't shake the feeling that I may have inadvertently poisoned myself with the berries. Honestly, I'm not sure how long they have been in the fridge, but they were still firm and none of them had grown beards, so I figured they were safe. I feel queasy now, but don't know if it's due to the berries of TOM (I always feel vaguely nauseated the first few days. Sorry, TMI). So everytime I get a stomach twinge, or gurgling in my intestinal tract, I'm convinced that I'm going to be worshiping at the porcelain altar in no time. If I can't calm down in the next hour, I may take an Ativan or half a Xanax. I'm also exhausted, and I can't wait until Thursday. That is my daughter's first day of summer vacation, so I can sleep in. Oh God, that's her first day of summer vacation! She's going to be here all day. Every day. All summer long. Why was I looking forward to summer?