The day started off well enough. We picked up an elderly parishioner and took her to church. I put up posters for a winter clothing drive for the shelter on Pine Ridge Rez. Got home about noon.
I hadn’t had any breakfast and the coffee for “coffee hour” after church never brewed (for unknown reasons), so I was starving. After my husband made a brief phone call, we set off for Red Robin for lunch. I was good – had the BBQ chicken wrap. Then we crossed the shopping center parking lot (in the car – I’m nowhere near fit enough to “hoof it”) to go to Staples. That’s when the fun started!
Staples sends me internet coupons for free or nearly free items from time to time. I had several of these that expired in the next week or so. We decided to check them out. The free 5-pack of gel pens was easy to find and we picked them up because . . . well, because they free, of course. The second item was a tape dispenser free with the purchase of 6 Scotch tape refills. We couldn’t find the item and had to ask an associate for help to find the tape dispenser so we could compare prices and see if it really was a deal. It wasn’t — until I found a package of 12 tape refills for less than the price of 6 (it was a buy 6, get 6 free deal for less than the price of 6 alone). Now it was a deal. The third item was a decorative dispenser for Pop-Up Post-It’s. You had to buy any 2 packages of 3×3 Post-Its to get the dispenser free. We couldn’t find the dispenser anywhere and decided to give up and check out. What did we find near the check-out line after searching all over the darn store? The Post-It dispenser in question. But the smallest packages of Post-It’s were 6-packs that ran about $9 a package! We’d have to spend $18 to get the dispenser. Not worth it to us.
We finally got into the check-out line. We were second in line, right behind a woman that had just made a major purchase and was using multiple payment forms. Unfortunately, you couldn’t use them in the order the cashier had tried. She had to call the manager. They had to void the sale and start all over. So we got into the other checkout line, second to a woman who was buying a lot of ink cartridges for computer printers. She had coupons from recycling some cartidges previously. She had additional cartridges to recycle – wrong brand, of course! She wrote a check for the balance. The cashier had to get all kinds of information and call for an authorization on the check (presumably due to the check’s amount, though we couldn’t hear the amount). So the cashier left the register to go to the service desk and make the call. She eventually returned. By that time, the woman at our first register had finally finished. But there was now long lines at both registers!! No way to just get back in the first line. Another 2 persons checked out in the time we waited for our cashier to return!! My back was beginning to complain a lot, even if I did manage to keep my mouth shut. I was getting very tired of waiting in line. It’s a good thing we ate first – I’d never have been able to control my temper if I was still hungry!
When our cashier returned, she had the awkward “pleasure” of informing the woman that her check had been refused. I have never had that happen, but I would imagine that it’s mortifying. In the meantime, the manager finally got a third register open and we made a dash to be first. Gratefully, our transaction went extremely smoothly! As we were getting into the car, we saw the woman whose check hadn’t passed muster on the way to her car – with no merchandise in hand. So obviously that was another sale that had to be voided as well as reissuing her coupons for ink cartridges. Thank God for cashier number 3! I’d probably still be in Staples!!!
We spent the rest of the afternoon on a short Sunday drive through parts of south-cental Massachusetts. The sky was crystal blue with those huge, puffy “fair-weather” clouds drifting across it. The temps were in the mid-60’s and the sun was bright. I had a medium iced-decaf, black, 2 Equals from Dunkin’ Donuts to sip along the way. Music from CD’s: Gordon Lightfoot, John Denver, Abba behind good conversation. One of John Denver’s songs says, “Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.” This was definitely a diamond day after all!
When we returned home about 5 PM, I put in a load of wash and sat down at the computer to do a couple of word processing tasks. Printed up labels for those church Christmas ornaments I’m making – no, I never did get them done the other day. Designed a flyer to be inserted into our parish newsletter informing everyone about the Cangleska Coat drive. Then I put away the dry laundry my husband had kindly folded (without being asked – he’s like that, ladies; back off – he’s taken!).
When I got done with my work, I realized it was 7:30 PM and long past suppertime. I grabbed a banana and cup of peach yogurt. I wasn’t really that hungry, but knew I would be by bedtime if I didn’t have something now. I don’t know about you, but I find it really hard to fall asleep if I’m hungry. Best just to avoid that.
I think I’m going to go back to my tried and true eating habits. I find if I eat breakfast (anything, though pure carbs like toast or muffins are worse than protein like eggs), I am hungry and my blood sugar fluctuates all day. I eat and eat and eat. I play blood sugar yo-yo. Hypoglycemia and hyperglycemia. It tends to make you feel … uh, yucky.
I’m hardly ever hungry in the morning anyway! If I don’t eat breakfast and have my main, balanced meal about 2 PM, I’m fine for the rest of the day. A light supper is all I need and sometimes a small, light snack a bit later. The last nutritionist I saw told me this was a bad thing. I should eat a good breakfast and continue through the day. But I think that I should do what works for my body and what makes me feel healthier. Maybe I’ll even be able to lose a little weight doing that before my next Weight Center Visit.
I’ve also decided to begin a log with daily entries: Date, Weight, Time, Foods Eaten, Activities, Symptoms. Then I can show the various Weight Center practitioners what I’m doing and what effect it has. Sometimes it’s very frustrating to tell medical people what you know is true of your body and your circumstances when they look at you like you’re crazy. They think they know your body better than you do. Well, I’ve been in this body almost 55 years and I think I know it pretty darn well!
Today I ate in the way that I think is best for me and I felt better because of it. My husband doesn’t like to eat the same way I do, so as much as I love him, I’m going to do what I need to for my health and he’ll have to fend for himself if he wants something different.
It’s going to be a busy week, so I’d better get myself some rest. After all, I need to keep the brain in good working condition and try to keep the fibro fog at bay – sure don’t want to miss another hairdresser appointment due to brain malfunction!