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.