Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Four cats are trying to prevent me from typing.

I stayed home from work today.  I'm not very sick, visibly, but I have a definite "run over by a truck" feeling.  I got dressed, put my shoes on, ate breakfast, packed a lunch, took a dayquil, and waited to feel well enough to drive.  And after half an hour I realized that wasn't going to happen so I emailed in sick.  I did a little bit of work from home, but eventually gave up and went back to bed.

I woke up thinking that I must have sweated a lot, because the bedroom had that distinctive beef taco smell.  You probably have no idea what I'm talking about unless you're a hiker.  But sweaty unwashed human smells a lot like beef taco.

As my head cleared a little I realized that the smell was not coming from me.  JD was cooking.  I dragged downstairs and found not beef taco, but pepper crusted beef tenderloin.  Yay!  What a pleasantly tasty surprise. ( And far, far better than what I had imagined five minutes before.)  He also cooked up roasted brussels sprouts and some mashed potatoes.  What a delight!  And he wrote everything out for me in ounces so I could add it to Sparkpeople.  How did I get lucky enough to marry a guy who's a good cook AND kind enough to help me with my dieting at the same time?

I'm still trying to get a handle on this dieting thing.  The doc asked me to cut back on carbohydrates, especially refined carbohydrates, to get my A1C level down.  But I went too far the other direction.  I ended up having both a bowl of cereal and a bag of popcorn after dinner to get up to the minimum level of carbohydrates according to Sparkpeople.  Then their nagging software said to stick to over 120 grams a day, and I was actually at 170, so I guess I could have skipped the cereal.  :)

The house is nearly de-Christmased.  By the weekend we should have all the external lights in boxes and maybe even have the boxes back to the basement.  We always miss a few things and end up with a small stash of Christmas paraphernalia that sits on a shelf upstairs all year, and generally we forget it by the following Christmas.  So I guess on average my house is getting more Christmas-y every year.

1 comment:

  1. I would listen to how you feel rather than some arbitrary minimum carb number. You don't need carbs to survive at all, though clearly certain activities (like walking all day, hikelady) are a lot easier with them.