Friday:
Friday before a long weekend yay! We are celebrating the Queen's Birthday on Monday (not the actual date of her birth, of course). As far as I know, no-one here (in Australia) actually celebrates the occasion but we always love a day off. I was considering having some kind of Queen-inspired afternoon tea but I couldn't think of what that would involve. Cups of tea, obviously, that is English. Cucumber sandwiches? Scones and jam?
I was at a big shopping centre today looking for lunch in the food court. There was one Chinese place that specialised in dumplings. The menu consisted of a big picture behind the counter, meal one with a picture of dumplings, meal two with slightly different looking dumplings, meal three with very similar dumplings... you get the idea. How are you supposed to know what is inside the dumplings with no description! I thought it was quite funny. But I couldn't be bothered asking, and went elsewhere. Or maybe dumpling aficionados can tell by looking - the roundish ones are always pork, the triangular ones vegetarian etc. Maybe I'm just an ignoramus.
So after lunch (beef stir fry with noodles at a different Chinese place) I bought a lovely little raspberry chocolate brownie and ate it as I was walking around. Very yummy and not large but so rich I got down to the last bite and didn't want to finish it so put it back in the bag and brought it home. And I kept thinking about it, even though I was not in the least hungry and in fact felt a bit sickly over-sugared. I told myself I can eat it any time (as long as the kids don't see, as I didn't get them anything and one bite isn't enough to share), I didn't have to have it just because it was there. But it's like my brain could not compute that. Brownie exists. Must eat brownie. But it will make me feel sick, I don't want it now, I will enjoy it a lot more as a tiny treat this evening. Brownie exists. Must eat brownie. Arg! I made it through the whole afternoon but I was a bit frustrated with my brain.
Great news on the foot-front, the plantar wart came off last night. The spot is a bit tender today so I'm not running quite yet (lol me, running) but I was able to do the abovementioned shopping trip without pain. It is awesome! I'm not totally confident yet, after all it has come off three times before that and instantly grown back. Even if it does, I am going to make the most of these days of comfortable walking. Cool but sunny weekend forecast, perfect to get outdoors.
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Friday, June 10, 2016
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Walking the bike
Wednesday:
Yesterday I managed two walks of about 25 minutes each. Left me a bit tired but I did ok. I'm still a snot machine in overdrive though. I've been sleeping with an extra pillow under my head and that seems to help through the night.
Last night was the usual Tuesday night supper and I call it a big win for my diet. I provided grapes, and saved a fruit serve so I could eat some. I also used an indulgence to have two brownies. They were really good, and apparently mainly cocoa powder with only a little butter and sugar. Yes I probably should have only had one, but considering I wanted more, and there was also plenty of other naughty foods available which I avoided, I'm still giving myself a big victory fist pump in the air for stopping at two.
Later in the evening I really wanted another piece but was resisting. There were only a few pieces left and every time someone took one I got stressed that I would soon lose my chance to have another one, even though at the same time I was determined not to. I mentioned this and Joe reminded me that there would always be another brownie, or some other indulgence, coming along. It's a good thing to remember. The world is not about to run out of brownies, or chocolate, or whatever. I don't have to panic that I am going to miss out if I don't take every opportunity to have a treat.
This morning was shaping up to be difficult. Tim's bike needed a service, and as he rides it to and from work it was important that he didn't miss the appointment he'd waited two weeks for. But his work sprang an early morning on him, away from his usual workplace so he needed the car. This meant I would have to wheel his bike all the way to the shop, about a half hour walk each way. Far more exercise than I've been doing since I've had this flu. And pushing a bicycle.
It turned out fine. I found the sweet spot on the handlebar where I could hold it comfortably and the bike just rolled along beside me in perfect obedience. It was hardly more difficult than just walking. I was pretty tired by the time I got home, but not nearly as bad as I had feared.
I guess we're going to miss Salsabor again tonight. We've hardly made it to any classes. Such a waste of money! Arg! But I can't help being sick. Even if I had the energy to dance, I don't think it would be fair to all my partners. I can just see me blowing my nose every few minutes then shoving the tissue in my pocket and holding out my germy hands to the next man. I'd spend half the night using hand sanitiser. And trying not to sneeze all over people.
Oh well. My successful long walk this morning shows I am getting better.
Yesterday I managed two walks of about 25 minutes each. Left me a bit tired but I did ok. I'm still a snot machine in overdrive though. I've been sleeping with an extra pillow under my head and that seems to help through the night.
Last night was the usual Tuesday night supper and I call it a big win for my diet. I provided grapes, and saved a fruit serve so I could eat some. I also used an indulgence to have two brownies. They were really good, and apparently mainly cocoa powder with only a little butter and sugar. Yes I probably should have only had one, but considering I wanted more, and there was also plenty of other naughty foods available which I avoided, I'm still giving myself a big victory fist pump in the air for stopping at two.
Later in the evening I really wanted another piece but was resisting. There were only a few pieces left and every time someone took one I got stressed that I would soon lose my chance to have another one, even though at the same time I was determined not to. I mentioned this and Joe reminded me that there would always be another brownie, or some other indulgence, coming along. It's a good thing to remember. The world is not about to run out of brownies, or chocolate, or whatever. I don't have to panic that I am going to miss out if I don't take every opportunity to have a treat.
This morning was shaping up to be difficult. Tim's bike needed a service, and as he rides it to and from work it was important that he didn't miss the appointment he'd waited two weeks for. But his work sprang an early morning on him, away from his usual workplace so he needed the car. This meant I would have to wheel his bike all the way to the shop, about a half hour walk each way. Far more exercise than I've been doing since I've had this flu. And pushing a bicycle.
It turned out fine. I found the sweet spot on the handlebar where I could hold it comfortably and the bike just rolled along beside me in perfect obedience. It was hardly more difficult than just walking. I was pretty tired by the time I got home, but not nearly as bad as I had feared.
I guess we're going to miss Salsabor again tonight. We've hardly made it to any classes. Such a waste of money! Arg! But I can't help being sick. Even if I had the energy to dance, I don't think it would be fair to all my partners. I can just see me blowing my nose every few minutes then shoving the tissue in my pocket and holding out my germy hands to the next man. I'd spend half the night using hand sanitiser. And trying not to sneeze all over people.
Oh well. My successful long walk this morning shows I am getting better.
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