Sunday was a mess.
1/4 cup of the leftover guacamole
big cup of homemade nut mix
nothing; I was too tired when I got home at 11:30 p.m. and went straight to bed.
nothing; chose sleep instead
grilled American and mozzarella cheese, tomato and bacon, on marbled rye sandwich
small order of sweet potato fries
6 jalapeno poppers; I tore the cream cheese tops off and plucked the pepper halves from the breading, and then ate one of the torn-off cheese and breading pieces, too.
Between therapy and the art class, I returned a phone call from my doctor's office. It was the results of my tests last week. The results are not good. I have to experiment with some stupid statin drug. I have never, ever, ever had a single blip on my cholesterol levels. My blood glucose results are really bad. Something else was not great, but I cannot remember what it is. They think I have celiac disease and I am going to allow that test when I go back in October to test again for how the statin med is working.
Granted, it is barely three weeks since I started eating better, although when thinking about the testing results, nothing I have been doing could have even a potential effect on any of the problem areas.
So, in true J form, I mood altered with lunch. Frankly, there is only an Eastern European and a sports themed restaurants within walking distance, and the sports place was the easy choice. I ordered the sandwich and then, with hardly a pause, added the fries and poppers, which I intended to share when I walked back, but my lunch companions did not want any. Yummy, but bad for me, big-picture wise.
half of a steak
Bummed out from the phone call and stupid lunch, I stopped at the discount market to get vegetables and they had t-bone steak on sale for $4.00 a pound. I bought two, came home and cooked them. They are like mush, and do not taste all that great. They are in the refrigerator and I will probably chop them up and toss in a pan with vegetables, may make a curry.
Looking back, I had barely one meal on Sunday and hardly more on Monday.
Today I had a salad with tomato and avocado and I feel tummy-troubled, but that might be because I am upset about this whole food mess. Someone at one of my jobs keeps trying to convince me to get one of the bullet machines and chop stuff into a smoothie. I would probably use it a couple of times, and unless I gave it away, it would sit around somewhere, just mocking me in its expensive and pompous manner until I gave it away. Sounds like an exercise in heartbreak and regret to me.
I wanted to laze around today. Instead I am taking my older friend to lunch and then to a meeting with an aging specialist to plan some being safe classes and find other resources that might allow her to stay in her home. We will stop for groceries on the way home and then I have to get to the laundromat. Clean bedding is calling my name.
I just got off the phone with her and we have to do something. The we is her and me. I am simply the person who takes her where she wants to go, but this morning's telephone conversation reminded me that I am her only social contact in this city. All of her friends have moved away or are dead. The sweet desperation in her voice when trying to keep me on the phone is something that I would like to see turned around. My preference is that she would have to end her conversations with me because she had other things to do. I am tired.