I had a good report today. There was only one thing to change. I am not supposed to eat oranges in the evening. She thinks that they are making me have higher BS count in the morning. So...I won't eat them in the evening. I will eat them in the afternoon. As a matter of fact, I bought an bag of navel oranges today to celebrate. And I ate one.
She also said more protein...cheeses...avocado...nuts. I don't have to go back unless there is a problem. As a matter of fact, she said I could e-mail her anytime to keep my chart up to date, and I only need to record food intake if I have a spike or a drop. I am happy with that. Now we'll just see what happens at the DR on Monday.
Bobbie and I went to the hospital (dietitian) and then to the Dollar Store. I had to buy a tree. And some ornaments. Look for my new book...'How to Have the Perfect Cheap Looking Cheap Christmas Tree for Under $20!!' coming out soon. We may have the official tree decorating ceremony tomorrow night. Husband is cooking dinner and I am tired and don't feel like doing anything.
It's not because I worked hard today because I certainly did not. The heaviest load I had to carry were the bags from the store. I washed clothes. Cleaned my teeny tiny kitchen. My life is complete. I finished a hat last night and got half way through another one. I should finish it tonight. But I may not. I have a bit of a headache...more of a face ache...like pressure and I'm sure it's because the wind was blowing today. Barometric pressure.
I may only work a few hours tomorrow, if at all. Maybe I can clean some stuff out of this room. I unloaded a few more T-shirts today, quickly, so I didn't change my mind, but there are miles to go before I sleep! The weather is beautiful but it's supposed to cool down on Sunday and Monday and back into the 80's on Tuesday! (I apologize to my family in Maine!!) The point being, it won't kill me to go outside and sort stuff out. I need to put my new dishes away and I have to downsize so I have room for them. Not a problem.
Tom is exhausted. He has been awake almost all afternoon. He can barely move. I hope he can gather enough strength to eat later. He is passed out on the bed next to Husband who is, as we speak, watching an Errol Flynn western. I already forgot the name of it. There are cowboys and horses and a stagecoach in it. And guns. Don't forget the guns. Oh-oh. They are holding up the train. Oh yeah, there is a train in it. And the school marm. And the poker playing, cigar smoking ruffians/villains. It's quite violent. And the cowboys and villains are shooting at each other from a distance of, oh, I'd say 5 feet...and the are all missing each other. But don't worry, they are almost to the water tower. Holy shit! Somebody started a fire (they are still on the train and trapped like rats) and are holding the school marm at bay...poor wench! It's amazing...the flames are everywhere....but there is no smoke. Oh-oh...now they are trying to escape the fire by jumping to the next rail car. If it was me...I'd be toast cuz there's no way I be leaping to another rail car on a moving train...
I must have missed something. Now they are all (the cowboys...not the villains) at the Judge's house saying...'It's a great day to be alive!' They must have survived the jump. And I think the school marm's going to marry Errol Flynn. Slut. She's serving lemonade. Sweet slut.
They are going to Niagara Falls for the honeymoon. The End.
Watching movies is exhausting.
I need to mail some packages on Monday. First, I have to put stuff in the boxes and then I have to mail the packages. It is so much easier to do this now because I can buy postage on line. I hate to stand in line at the post office. Actually, Husband stands in line...but I can feel his pain. So, for him, I will force myself to print out the labels. I know...my 'goodness' knows no boundaries...
Well, me thinks tis time to watch some TV. The program, 'The Good Guys'...which is kind of cute is coming on. Tom Hanks son, Colin, is in it. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.
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