Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The day started off early, with the alarm going off before 9:00. I had to get up to make phone calls before taking a shower before leaving to go to the doctor. Ugh!
I did get the phone call(s) made, and got all that stuff settled - which is great fun, you know - then got my shower and took off for my doctor appointment.
My HbA1c was 7.6 this time. It has gone up since last time, but that's not really a surprise, since I've not really been all that vigilant on watching what goes into my mouth. I certainly haven't been making myself do my exercises, either, and I come up with plenty of reasons (most of them rain) not to walk out to meet Ron, too. I have been having way too many blah days, and I talked to Doc about them today, too. He said that I am on the verge of sliding into depression, if I don't make myself do things, like I did yesterday. He said making myself do those exercises yesterday was a good thing. But -- I REFUSE, absolutely refuse, to be depressed, so now as well as the family Biggest Loser contest for Christmas and the regular Biggest Loser contest for the next twelve weeks, I now have another goal!! Goals are good!! The only bad thing is that I gotta start really incorporating that damn evil E word into my life....UGH.
I have a plan, and I have a goal. Now I just have to DO this. I can do it - I just don't wanna. But I will. I will.
After my appointment, I went to Crackhead Barrel for some lunch. I really should quit doing this on Tuesdays, but I don't get over to Milford very often and must take advantage of it! I had chicken-n-dumplings with hashbrown casserole and green beans. I refused the bread (biscuits or cornbread), but I did try the strawberry iced tea. It was waaaay too sweet for me, and I got refills of regular iced tea. Did you know CB already has Halloween and Thanksgiving displays up? And here I thought back-to-school was kinda early!
I got back home and walked around my swampy yard taking pictures of my plants and flowers, including our SEVEN (!!) tomatoes, which I then went into the house and played on the pute with.
I was getting Ron's supper ready and sliced the end of my thumb with one of those damn Ginsu knives - boy, do those things like human flesh and blood!! I immediately grabbed a paper towel and applied pressure, then went and got band-aids (four of 'em!) wrapped around the wound - which was real fun, one-handed - and finished cutting up his cabbage.
I was sitting in my recliner, waiting for time to leave for my TOPS meeting, and suddenly - BOOM - I was having a sugar low. Just like that. I guess the stress of the cut thumb was too much. So, right before my meeting and weigh-in, I had to eat. I grabbed a package of Nutty Bars off the kitchen table and ate those. Needless to say, between lunch and that snack, when I weighed in, I showed a gain of 4.6 pounds. Hopefully, though, next week, I will show a huge loss!
When I got home, Mr. Lazybones (yeah, right) Ron had not cooked supper. He had fallen asleep. So we got his cabbage and my bacon into the oven, and we finally ate supper around 8:30-8:45. It was good, but eating that late isn't good.
Dead guys on TV the rest of night, and now my bed is calling me.
No plans for tomorrow or the rest of the week. WhooHoo.
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