I meanwhile seem to have perfected the art of non super human. I found myself tumble drying my work shirts on Sunday night, giving them a good shake and hanging them up in my closet. The dryer IS my iron, if it can't be tumble dried, I don't buy it (or I do and just ignore the warnings and yes I do own some excruciatingly tight items of woollen clothing thanks to this mentality). I have often counted a coffee and brichoe eaten en route to work a decent breakfast and consider the milk 'almost like a whole food if you think about it right'. I go through a bottle of dry shampoo on a regular basis to save on hair washing (that stuff is GOLD I tell you).
I often like to think that I could be a superman person. Last week on Sunday I got my superside all organised, foods into small containers, may have ironed a few shirt collars, plotted nutritious breakfasts, vowed to only drink green tea, planned my gym plan of attack. It last until about Tuesday on which I felt great. Wednesday I did not, Thursday I was hoping it would pass. Friday I had home sick.
I have come to the conclusion that superman people are on drugs. Ones a heck of a lot stronger than my spirulina/B vitamin combo and frankly, I cannot be stuffed trying to take ANY more tablets.