Yup, I dropped this again. Time for another round of trying to keep it up.
So what happened? A lot of things happened. Let's take them in order, shall we?
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Salad happened.
Yep, salad.
Salad.
This stuff:
Salad. All healthy and green and shit.
See, when the spousal unit was at home we were having a nice, big salad every day for lunch. His internal hunger goes off at exactly 11:45 am every day, at which point he'd stick his head in my office door and say "Lunch?" And I'd say "Sure!" and we'd go off and build salads together.
75 g Lettuce
10 g Green Onion
25 g Spinach
25 g Red Onion
25 g Snow Peas
40 g Bell Pepper
40 g Radishes
40 g Cucumber
50 g Shredded chicken
2-3 cherry tomatoes, depending on size
2t Salad dressing
A very precise, carefully measured salad. Every day.
In order to facilitate this, when we ran out of salad fixings he'd go to Trader Joe's on his bicycle, buy about $40 worth of produce, come home and we'd chop it all into square containers. Into the fridge it would go to be made into future salads. And life was good.
Until he went to work.
See, going to TJ's in a pain. It's all the way on the other side of town. The parking lot is small and cramped and crooked. If you don't get there before 10am you're going to be playing bumper cars with the Baby Boomers in their SUV's in a lot built for sub-compacts. Also, Annie has a bad knee (more on that in a minute) so she can only get to one errand a day before she has to have a sit down. And the spousal unit does like to drive to work on occasion. So I only got the car 2-3 days a week and I have 3 grocery stores to hit. So I could only get to TJ's once a week and even that day it was a pain-in-the-ass.
Problem #1. Produce doesn't last a week.
Now for a long time I thought I was gluten intolerant. I won't say allergy because "allergy" should really be reserved for things that make you break out in hives and stop breathing. I say gluten intolerant because I did not digest it well. I'll spare you the details. But in the effort to save money in the days between jobs I decided to try non-GF bread again, and I found out that I can eat a slice or two a day with no ill effects.
Big mistake.
See, I used to be a baker. A ribbon winning cookie baker. And now I could eat flour again. So of course I started making cookies.
The other thing to note is that I have a fucked-up hunger response. Thanks to my shitass childhood I don't usually feel hungry, I'll eat something and then go and go until my blood glucose drops, my liver dumps and I end up with zombie brain. And how do we fix zombie brain kiddies? With something quick and sweet. Cookies!
So since my spousal unit wasn't sticking his head in my office door any more at 11:45 am I was letting it go and letting it go and grabbing a couple of cookies when my BG was dropping because it was a lot faster than building a very precise salad. Until about 4pm or so when I realized I still needed to build him one to take to lunch the next day. But by then I wasn't hungry and it wasn't that long until dinner...
Problem #2 I wasn't eating my share of the produce
Problem #3 I was letting myself go zombie brain too often
And oh yeah....
Problem #4 I really am gluten intolerant.
Yes, I started spending an excessive amount of time sick and miserable because I was getting 1,000 calories/day from wheat products. Especially cookies. And I have not been nearly as productive as I could be in what time I had because zombie brain. And wasting money on food to be tossed and all the trouble with building it all and on and on....
Solution?
You get all the health benefits of all the vegetables, It keeps for exactly 7 days in the fridge, so you can make it on Tuesday and eat the rest of the week. If you're concerned about that throw some of it in the freezer and take it out later in the week. And when you go zombie brain pour it in the bowl and pop it in the microwave. 2 minutes later you're eating something healthy and gluten-free. And it's already pre-packed for the spousal unit to take for lunch.
So this week I'm starting the soup train again. Which means I'll only have to fuck around with meals one day a week. Go me. I'm starting with The Pioneer Woman's Chicken Tortilla Soup (tortilla chips are GF).
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The next thing that happened is that I decided to take a knitting class.
I can't knit sweater right now, I'm still losing weight. I can't knit socks right now, I'm still losing weight/water. I only wear so many hats and scarves and mittens. But we are in the process of girling up our bedroom, which means I can do pillows and blankets. And since we have cats they have to be (dirt cheap) acrylic or (reasonably cheap) superwash wool. And I was in desperate need for a non-kinky social group.
(By the way, God is an iron)
So when my LYS offered a class using the Building Blocks book by Michelle Hunter I signed up. Learn to cable! Learn to read charts! Learn mattress stitch already! Fuck me, I was there!
Problem #5 I have a knitting deadline every week.
I am a slow-ass knitter. I don't know how people make as much progress as they do. It might be because they knit in front of the TV and I only watch an hour a night, I don't know. But all I know is that knitting to a constant deadline is a drag. But here I am. (In fact I should be knitting now. I'm behind). But that's another reason why I haven't been writing, I've been knitting.
Pictures at some point. When I catch up.
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Then there is the knee problem.
Take some advise from your Auntie Annie, don't get old and fat. And since everyone gets old, don't get fat.
When you are old and you are fat and you decide to a) take up exercise as a hobby and b) take up caning as a Domme four things will happen:
1) Your sub will be very happy
2) Your general health will improve greatly
3) You will learn that you have arthritic knees that are prone to injury
4) Between caning the granite ass of a bike commuter and swinging kettle bells you will strain a tendon in said knees and end up with a partially dislocated patella
If you are going to do all of those things please make sure that you have good health insurance. If you don't you will be living with chronic pain and hobbling around on a cane for roughly 4 months. Which will suck down all of your energy and then some.
Problem #6 I've been hurting a lot.
That said, I've lost 20 lbs since my diagnosis, which is just about a pound a week. And I got it fixed on Friday, said kneecap was wiggled back into place and now I get to wear The Frankenbrace for the next six weeks while the tendon heals. And I get to start physical therapy which will hopefully lead to working out again.
Go me.
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So that, collectively, is why I haven't been writing. But now that I am in therapy (see previous entry re: I'm still married) I've come to realize that I need to make space for this sort of thing to stay sane and not have hysterical fits when shit does not work. So I am going back to writing once a week. Or else.
This is already too long. More next week.
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