Today I started half of the megadoses of sinus infection fighting drugs. And if you've ever wondered what a big freaking dose of prednisone looks like, it looks like the dose I took this morning. Before, at most I had to take two pills in one dose. Now I have four. I was happy that this was the first day since -- well, since the last time I took prednisone -- that I haven't felt like my head was going to explode, but apparently prednisone can be used to treat migraines and tension headaches. Still a yay all around, right?
As a side note, never read the side effects for any drug you are taking -- that you are going to keep taking -- in any depth. Apparently I am at a high risk to turn into a large blob of sugary jelly over the next 30 days.
The pharmacy could not fill my prescription for the antibiotics; they didn't have enough on hand to complete the prescription. I'm not sure if that means that they put me on some really serious antibiotic, or just an uncommon one. I mean, you'd hope your pharmacy has on hand plenty of the antibiotics needed to combat stuff like anthrax and MRSA. If I'm just on one that fights boogers, that's okay that they didn't have enough in stock, particularly if they needed more room for the anthrax/MRSA ones. It's all about the trade off.
Anybody have any experience with taking a steroid or antibiotic long term? Was it just a barrel of laughs?
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Moses supposes his toes are roses
I am signed up for a Hallowe'en themed 5K at the end of the month. I signed up for this race because of (a) the awesome medal (a glow in the dark coffin that opens) and (b) it's the day before my birthday. I had thought to do the Couch25K plan for this, then I collapsed in a puddle of my own nasal goo. As in, sinus infection! Or probably more accurately, the same sinus infection I've had for about five years now that gets partly better but never all the way but I've developed such a high threshold when it comes to my sinuses that I don't really comprehend that I'm still sick until I can barely get out of bed and/or stay awake all day.
Yay me!
Took the five days of prednisone and the ten days of antibiotics. Felt amazing for the first five days, which you might notice coincides with stopping the prednisone. Felt so-so through the end of the antibiotics, then gradually not so great in the few days since. But, I've finally bitten the bullet (very metallic taste, don't recommend biting bullets) and committed to fixing this sinus shit once and for all. This morning I had an appointment with an ENT -- that's Ear, Nose and Throat -- where I had (I think) a nasal endoscopy. I'm not sure, because I think I just had the look-see part of it; apparently it can also be used to do things in there more than look around. It looks like a flexible tiny telescoping telescope. Which is basically what it is.
Good news is I don't have gigantic gnomes living in my sinuses. Or even tiny gnomes. No polyps either, just a massive amount of swelling and some puddles of infection. There is a small physical thing which normally wouldn't be an issue but with the swelling it's cutting off airflow. Science is fun! I also learned that you have to wait about 45 minutes after having your nasal passages and throat anesthetized because, choking.
The long and the short of it (mostly the long) is that they're going to culture the goo from my head and then put me on a month-long course of targeted antibiotics. Targeted, as in antibiotics for whatever particular bugs are teeming in my goo. Most common is strep. Also possible is MRSA. So that should be fun! To go with the antibiotics I'll have a 30 day course of prednisone too.
Hopefully I will be feeling much better by the 5K and be able to run part of it. And, continue to torture my cat:
He actually kind of liked being dressed up like a purple furry spider.
He didn't like the hood -- every time I pulled it up he'd tip his head back -- and it's kind of heavy and hot for him, but otherwise he was in it for about ten minutes before I took pity on him. I think he'll wear one without a hood just fine (mwuhahahahahahaha). Josie on the other hand (or paw, ba dump bump!) is still keeping her distance.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Yay me!
Took the five days of prednisone and the ten days of antibiotics. Felt amazing for the first five days, which you might notice coincides with stopping the prednisone. Felt so-so through the end of the antibiotics, then gradually not so great in the few days since. But, I've finally bitten the bullet (very metallic taste, don't recommend biting bullets) and committed to fixing this sinus shit once and for all. This morning I had an appointment with an ENT -- that's Ear, Nose and Throat -- where I had (I think) a nasal endoscopy. I'm not sure, because I think I just had the look-see part of it; apparently it can also be used to do things in there more than look around. It looks like a flexible tiny telescoping telescope. Which is basically what it is.
Good news is I don't have gigantic gnomes living in my sinuses. Or even tiny gnomes. No polyps either, just a massive amount of swelling and some puddles of infection. There is a small physical thing which normally wouldn't be an issue but with the swelling it's cutting off airflow. Science is fun! I also learned that you have to wait about 45 minutes after having your nasal passages and throat anesthetized because, choking.
The long and the short of it (mostly the long) is that they're going to culture the goo from my head and then put me on a month-long course of targeted antibiotics. Targeted, as in antibiotics for whatever particular bugs are teeming in my goo. Most common is strep. Also possible is MRSA. So that should be fun! To go with the antibiotics I'll have a 30 day course of prednisone too.
Hopefully I will be feeling much better by the 5K and be able to run part of it. And, continue to torture my cat:
He actually kind of liked being dressed up like a purple furry spider.
He didn't like the hood -- every time I pulled it up he'd tip his head back -- and it's kind of heavy and hot for him, but otherwise he was in it for about ten minutes before I took pity on him. I think he'll wear one without a hood just fine (mwuhahahahahahaha). Josie on the other hand (or paw, ba dump bump!) is still keeping her distance.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I may not know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been
I had no idea it's been nearly a month since I last posted. It's been a mix of busy and hermitage. But there are pictures!
Two weekends ago I went up to central Washington where my mom and I had rented a cabin for a couple of nights. It was a great cabin with two bedrooms and lots of wood. I forgot to take pictures of the inside, but this was our view:
There used to be a gigantic water fall in the back where that big depression is. A long long long time ago.
This was the area we were staying at from up above:
Over the Labor Day weekend, I decided to be somewhat social so I headed out to the Oregon State Fair.
It was the next to the last day for the fair, but sadly that did not stop the hordes of humanity from descending. It did, however, mean that some of the animals were gone. It was really creepy going through a big horse barn with nobody else around.
This was one of maybe six horses I saw in the entire place.
Made me want to have a beer.
There were lots of pigs still, so I took lots of pics of them for my mom, who loves pigs.
I have no idea why many of the pigs were numbered. Oh, and guess what the name of one of the 4-H clubs was?
It just seems mean, doesn't it?
I got the obligatory butt shot to text to RR:
Saw a frankenllama:
And there were diving dogs!
I managed to not kill any of the humanity at the fair. I capped it off by taking myself to a movie (The World's End, really good although I'm not sure I liked the very very end) and then for a pizza. I like to treat myself well.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Two weekends ago I went up to central Washington where my mom and I had rented a cabin for a couple of nights. It was a great cabin with two bedrooms and lots of wood. I forgot to take pictures of the inside, but this was our view:
The fancy cabins are duplexes. Unfortunately, we were next to a family of like a zillion. Many opportunities to mock the crazy people in this family. My favorite was the teenage daughter, who apparently wanted to go off and spend time with her (kind of creepy looking) boyfriend: "Don't you know how happy I am? Are you mad at me? Don't you know how much I love you?" Over and over. It was weird. I promptly adopted the phrase "Don't you know how much I love you" to say to my mom over and over again.
We got lots of reading done, rented a paddle boat and tooled around the lake until our legs got tired, and then drove towards "town" to stop off at Dry Falls. Which looks like this:
There used to be a gigantic water fall in the back where that big depression is. A long long long time ago.
This was the area we were staying at from up above:
Over the Labor Day weekend, I decided to be somewhat social so I headed out to the Oregon State Fair.
Moo.
It was the next to the last day for the fair, but sadly that did not stop the hordes of humanity from descending. It did, however, mean that some of the animals were gone. It was really creepy going through a big horse barn with nobody else around.
This was one of maybe six horses I saw in the entire place.
Made me want to have a beer.
There were lots of pigs still, so I took lots of pics of them for my mom, who loves pigs.
I have no idea why many of the pigs were numbered. Oh, and guess what the name of one of the 4-H clubs was?
It just seems mean, doesn't it?
I got the obligatory butt shot to text to RR:
Saw a frankenllama:
And there were diving dogs!
I managed to not kill any of the humanity at the fair. I capped it off by taking myself to a movie (The World's End, really good although I'm not sure I liked the very very end) and then for a pizza. I like to treat myself well.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Ten Things Thursday: The Blood and Cupcake Edition
1. It had been an off week for me. After a weekend of doing very little but resting since I had a persistent and annoying headache, I woke up Monday morning feeling like someone had smacked the left side of my face with a board and then shoved a metal spike into my temple for good measure. In other words, a migraine. The light sensitivity was so bad that the lights from the phone when I called in to work just about killed me. I was back in the office Tuesday but feeling sluggish and still headachy.
2. The likely culprit is aspartame. I had started drinking diet coke again about two weeks ago. I've had a persistent and annoying headache for about two weeks now. Stupid of me to go back to that stuff. The reason I did? Even stupider: I'd been low on cash -- the Pepsi Throwback with the real sugar is pricey -- and had a coupon for two 12 packs of diet soda. Bought the diet soda, forgot to use the coupon, drank it and got headaches for my trouble.
3. On top of it, yesterday my allergies decided to kick in on high. This morning, after oversleeping because, sluggish, I had just gotten out of the shower, when I cleared my sinuses (aka blew my nose but "cleared my sinuses" sounds classier, eh?) they clearly had been bleeding. Then I'm starting to get ready when my nose starts bleeding. All over the cat. FYI, blood comes off of cat fur very easily. That's kind of disturbing.
4. Long story short, I was very, very late to work. My co-worker had brought me a mocha. Then I sit down and go to get some hand lotion from the other side of my desk -- there's a cupcake behind the kleenex box! What the hell? I ask the co-worker who brought me coffee if she brought me a cupcake. It wasn't her. I ask our secretary, who is answering me like "did I bring you a cupcake?" I'm baffled. She pokes her head in my door, all "wow, who would do that?" and then asks "is that your stereo?" I start to answer yes, look over and it -- and there's another cupcake! Then I turn around, there's another cupcake on my table! A half turn, and I spot another cupcake!
5. So I'm having a much better day now. The best part is, our secretary has only been with us about five weeks now. I'm glad she's fitting in with us so well. We're such a busy, high-stress office that we need to blow off steam frequently. Yesterday we redressed Skelly our office skeleton and moved him to the conference room. I was telling my mom about this last night and she asked why we had a life size skeleton in our office. I was like, why wouldn't we? My co-worker, who officially owns Skelly, agreed.
6. Even since I went to Bend last month I'd been doing very well limiting my gluten intake. Tuesday night I had a massage and by the time it was done, after eight, I was starving and well, Five Guys Burgers and Fries is right across the parking lot. I got a burger and fries. Next day (yesterday) my tummy reminded me why gluten is a bad thing for me. Not too bad, but enough. So of course last night I had some chicken strips, again not too bad, but then I eat an entire pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. Very unhappy tummy today.
7. How unhappy you ask? I'm glad you did because now I get to reference shit weasels. Ever read or see Stephen King's Dreamcatcher? It's what they call the alien that grows inside a host and then exits the body, rather dramatically, through the bum. In the book the scene that reveals this isn't so bad. In the movie, holy shit, no pun intended. That's kind of how I feel today, like I'm starring in the sequel Dreamcatcher: Revenge of the Shit Weasel. I plan to remember this feeling, to draw upon it the next time I think gluten and a whole lot of dairy are a good idea.
8. Now you're going to have shit weasels on the brain. Better than out the bum, I guess.
9. I had an idea from a blog I follow. This person has done everything right (as I would define it) and lost weight and looks absolutely amazing, but has one vice. It's not a bad vice, but it's a frequent vice, a consumable. I've started mentally substituting "twinkies" for this vice every time it's mentioned and I wonder if this person would think differently about that vice if they did the same, particularly since more than a certain amount of this vice often leads to other not-so-great choices in the food department. As in, one or two twinkies a week is probably okay but more than five at one time and they could eat the buffet. Anyhow, I'm not telling the story to shame this person, just to explain how I've started thinking that way about gluten, not with twinkies but more like Drano. "A burger with Drano would be okay, just this once, right?" And how can you say "sure, Drano just this once would be fine!"?
10. Did that make any sense? (And if the blogger happens somehow to be reading this, please don't be angry with me.) I just find it interesting that this person would never eat twinkies, but that their vice adds up and maybe starts equating to twinkies and that's maybe something they've never thought about. I had this vice myself for a very long time and I understand why someone would want to keep it. For some people, their vice really is twinkies, but that's easy to spot as a potential problem when you want to be healthy and lose weight. Mine these days is cupcakes. Which, by the way, I made everyone in the office take one.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
2. The likely culprit is aspartame. I had started drinking diet coke again about two weeks ago. I've had a persistent and annoying headache for about two weeks now. Stupid of me to go back to that stuff. The reason I did? Even stupider: I'd been low on cash -- the Pepsi Throwback with the real sugar is pricey -- and had a coupon for two 12 packs of diet soda. Bought the diet soda, forgot to use the coupon, drank it and got headaches for my trouble.
3. On top of it, yesterday my allergies decided to kick in on high. This morning, after oversleeping because, sluggish, I had just gotten out of the shower, when I cleared my sinuses (aka blew my nose but "cleared my sinuses" sounds classier, eh?) they clearly had been bleeding. Then I'm starting to get ready when my nose starts bleeding. All over the cat. FYI, blood comes off of cat fur very easily. That's kind of disturbing.
4. Long story short, I was very, very late to work. My co-worker had brought me a mocha. Then I sit down and go to get some hand lotion from the other side of my desk -- there's a cupcake behind the kleenex box! What the hell? I ask the co-worker who brought me coffee if she brought me a cupcake. It wasn't her. I ask our secretary, who is answering me like "did I bring you a cupcake?" I'm baffled. She pokes her head in my door, all "wow, who would do that?" and then asks "is that your stereo?" I start to answer yes, look over and it -- and there's another cupcake! Then I turn around, there's another cupcake on my table! A half turn, and I spot another cupcake!
There were six of these hidden around my office,
and it's not even my birthday!
5. So I'm having a much better day now. The best part is, our secretary has only been with us about five weeks now. I'm glad she's fitting in with us so well. We're such a busy, high-stress office that we need to blow off steam frequently. Yesterday we redressed Skelly our office skeleton and moved him to the conference room. I was telling my mom about this last night and she asked why we had a life size skeleton in our office. I was like, why wouldn't we? My co-worker, who officially owns Skelly, agreed.
Bring on the paperwork!
6. Even since I went to Bend last month I'd been doing very well limiting my gluten intake. Tuesday night I had a massage and by the time it was done, after eight, I was starving and well, Five Guys Burgers and Fries is right across the parking lot. I got a burger and fries. Next day (yesterday) my tummy reminded me why gluten is a bad thing for me. Not too bad, but enough. So of course last night I had some chicken strips, again not too bad, but then I eat an entire pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. Very unhappy tummy today.
7. How unhappy you ask? I'm glad you did because now I get to reference shit weasels. Ever read or see Stephen King's Dreamcatcher? It's what they call the alien that grows inside a host and then exits the body, rather dramatically, through the bum. In the book the scene that reveals this isn't so bad. In the movie, holy shit, no pun intended. That's kind of how I feel today, like I'm starring in the sequel Dreamcatcher: Revenge of the Shit Weasel. I plan to remember this feeling, to draw upon it the next time I think gluten and a whole lot of dairy are a good idea.
8. Now you're going to have shit weasels on the brain. Better than out the bum, I guess.
9. I had an idea from a blog I follow. This person has done everything right (as I would define it) and lost weight and looks absolutely amazing, but has one vice. It's not a bad vice, but it's a frequent vice, a consumable. I've started mentally substituting "twinkies" for this vice every time it's mentioned and I wonder if this person would think differently about that vice if they did the same, particularly since more than a certain amount of this vice often leads to other not-so-great choices in the food department. As in, one or two twinkies a week is probably okay but more than five at one time and they could eat the buffet. Anyhow, I'm not telling the story to shame this person, just to explain how I've started thinking that way about gluten, not with twinkies but more like Drano. "A burger with Drano would be okay, just this once, right?" And how can you say "sure, Drano just this once would be fine!"?
10. Did that make any sense? (And if the blogger happens somehow to be reading this, please don't be angry with me.) I just find it interesting that this person would never eat twinkies, but that their vice adds up and maybe starts equating to twinkies and that's maybe something they've never thought about. I had this vice myself for a very long time and I understand why someone would want to keep it. For some people, their vice really is twinkies, but that's easy to spot as a potential problem when you want to be healthy and lose weight. Mine these days is cupcakes. Which, by the way, I made everyone in the office take one.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday
This is Lilly. She says "phbbt" to head collars.
This is Kip the wonder dog. If you look closely, you'll notice only three legs. Yep, Kip's a tripawd. I love Kip and he loves me.
Don't you wish you lived here too?
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Random Thoughts for a Wednesday
1. Having to extend your vacation unexpectedly can sometimes be a good thing. Like, "We've been selected to receive a free additional night's stay and I don't have to work tomorrow anyway, yay!" Not so fun when it's "I almost couldn't get my car to go back into gear as I hurtled down a mountain pass in the dark at 65 mph and nobody is open on a weekend anymore for car repairs except for (luckily) the Aamco transmission service center (convenient since I needed a new master cylinder for my clutch as it was cracked and all the fluid had leaked out on my drive to Bend) but they can't get the part until maybe Tuesday) and I was supposed to go home on Monday, fuck me!" Enforced idleness sucks rocks.
2. So as you may have guessed, my three day relaxing weekend in Bend with friends turned into a somewhat stressful four day weekend in Bend with friends as I waited for news on my car. But they had it done by noon on Tuesday at just over half of the original estimate, meaning I really should get my cats into the vet soon for their annual checkups.
3. Welcome to the world, Prince George Alexander Louis. I wanted to be on record to say, I bet they'll call him Alex.
4. Despite the car drama, it was a good weekend. My friend S had done the Whole30 with me earlier this year and discovered that life is better without wheat. I ended up eating mostly gluten-free this weekend, at first inadvertently and then intentionally. My stomach was much happier and a lot of the bloat started going away. I'm working hard to continue with it.
5. We also did some of their tour of homes, went on a lovely short hike, and floated the Deschutes River. I'm a bit sunburned but mainly in the spots where I missed with the sunscreen. I have some odd tan lines right now. Happily we did the hike, with its great views of Mt. Bachelor and mumble mumble mumble before the latest fire down there took hold. It was extremely hazy in Bend yesterday and it's not so great here in PDX either.
6. Did I mention I've been reading Mark Sisson's 21 day Primal Challenge book? While I will be going back to paleo/primal, I don't think I'm going to do the specific challenge. "Go outside and do 20 jumping jacks then sprint for 30 seconds!" "Fuck you!" In other words, it's too much like personal training for my tastes, and you all know how I feel about personal training. But I can do the eating and start moving again. It felt great to be out hiking Monday night, although I need to carry my asthma inhaler with me for any exercise now.
7. I'm going to hell (if there is one, that is). Just read an article about a woman, the Guiness record holder for number of shoe-related items, was found dead in her pool, and her half-her-age boyfriend is suspected of her murder. My first question of "Was her pool shoe-shaped too?" was not addressed in the article. Details, people!
8. Pretty sure Anthony Weiner needs therapy. Is this man compelled to send texts of his junk?
9. I've been craving Chinese food and that's a tough order when you (a) don't like a lot of vegetables in Chinese food and (b) really really really like all the fried/sugary sauce dishes. Last night I discovered that Happy Family helps with all of that. I picked out the celery and zucchini and had plenty left over with the mushrooms, water chestnuts, and carrots plus the protein of scallops, shrimp, chicken, and beef. Probably not entirely gluten free (and I did have a few bites of rice and some sweet 'n sour sauce with a few slices of BBQ pork) but it's a helluva lot better than what I usually have.
And speaking of food, I hope lunch shows up soon...
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
2. So as you may have guessed, my three day relaxing weekend in Bend with friends turned into a somewhat stressful four day weekend in Bend with friends as I waited for news on my car. But they had it done by noon on Tuesday at just over half of the original estimate, meaning I really should get my cats into the vet soon for their annual checkups.
3. Welcome to the world, Prince George Alexander Louis. I wanted to be on record to say, I bet they'll call him Alex.
4. Despite the car drama, it was a good weekend. My friend S had done the Whole30 with me earlier this year and discovered that life is better without wheat. I ended up eating mostly gluten-free this weekend, at first inadvertently and then intentionally. My stomach was much happier and a lot of the bloat started going away. I'm working hard to continue with it.
5. We also did some of their tour of homes, went on a lovely short hike, and floated the Deschutes River. I'm a bit sunburned but mainly in the spots where I missed with the sunscreen. I have some odd tan lines right now. Happily we did the hike, with its great views of Mt. Bachelor and mumble mumble mumble before the latest fire down there took hold. It was extremely hazy in Bend yesterday and it's not so great here in PDX either.
6. Did I mention I've been reading Mark Sisson's 21 day Primal Challenge book? While I will be going back to paleo/primal, I don't think I'm going to do the specific challenge. "Go outside and do 20 jumping jacks then sprint for 30 seconds!" "Fuck you!" In other words, it's too much like personal training for my tastes, and you all know how I feel about personal training. But I can do the eating and start moving again. It felt great to be out hiking Monday night, although I need to carry my asthma inhaler with me for any exercise now.
7. I'm going to hell (if there is one, that is). Just read an article about a woman, the Guiness record holder for number of shoe-related items, was found dead in her pool, and her half-her-age boyfriend is suspected of her murder. My first question of "Was her pool shoe-shaped too?" was not addressed in the article. Details, people!
8. Pretty sure Anthony Weiner needs therapy. Is this man compelled to send texts of his junk?
9. I've been craving Chinese food and that's a tough order when you (a) don't like a lot of vegetables in Chinese food and (b) really really really like all the fried/sugary sauce dishes. Last night I discovered that Happy Family helps with all of that. I picked out the celery and zucchini and had plenty left over with the mushrooms, water chestnuts, and carrots plus the protein of scallops, shrimp, chicken, and beef. Probably not entirely gluten free (and I did have a few bites of rice and some sweet 'n sour sauce with a few slices of BBQ pork) but it's a helluva lot better than what I usually have.
And speaking of food, I hope lunch shows up soon...
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Friday, July 19, 2013
Working for a living
I think they've been working me way too hard at the office...
Are you excited to end another week? Me too! I am off to Bend to visit friends and their dogs for a couple of days and am looking forward to having Monday off. As you may have guessed, things are not slow at the office. This is actually my new office mate, Slim. I don't think my boss has noticed him sitting across from my desk yet.
Plodding along with other stuff. My body seems to think it has an abundance of sodium at the moment. My fingers are extremely swollen and stiff. I've been drinking fluids but so far no relief. It's probably congestive heart failure or something like that.
After throwing away much too much food lately, I decided to try something a little different. As a preface, remember the scene in Lethal Weapon II where Mel Gibson follows Patsy Kensit (the little blonde secretary from the South African embassy) to the market and they have a conversation where she says that she shops every day because she never knows what she'll be hungry for one day to the next. I can relate. I used to be able to plan and shop for meals for at least a week and then stick to that pretty well. Not anymore. I find myself going to the store a lot but instead of buying just for the short term I still shop like I'm going to follow through on planning ahead. And I end up tossing a lot. I swear I should just bring bananas into the house and immediately throw them in the garbage.
So my plan now is to think ahead no more than three days at a time. This was my first week doing that and it actually turned out fairly well. Last Friday I had made a big meatloaf and then on Saturday made a big potato salad. Sunday evening I had enough leftover for dinner that night plus three lunches plus a bowl of potato salad leftover to have with another entree. Monday and Tuesday I had the lunches. One of those nights I had the rest of the potato salad plus some protein, a turkey burger patty I think. Tuesday I wasn't hungry in the evening so I had turkey burger again and some fruit. Wednesday I was in Salem on business and so had lunch out with my boss on the way back to Portland. Wednesday evening on a whim I stopped at the store and picked up breakfast fixings for dinner and had that Wednesday and Thursday evening. Yesterday I felt like sushi so I had that for lunch. And now today I brought the last of the originally planned lunches which, had I stuck to the plan, would've been eaten before now. Nothing tossed out, a little flexibility but not so much that I (a) spent a ton of money (maybe $25 between sushi lunch and two breakfast-for-dinners) and (b) ended up tossing stuff out. I do though need to take a pint of strawberries, some romaine, and a cucumber with me to my friends to eat this weekend. But still, not bad *and* I didn't eat a bunch of fast food either.
How often do you shop for groceries? Like grocery shopping or hate it? Do you go with a plan or where the whim takes you?
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Are you excited to end another week? Me too! I am off to Bend to visit friends and their dogs for a couple of days and am looking forward to having Monday off. As you may have guessed, things are not slow at the office. This is actually my new office mate, Slim. I don't think my boss has noticed him sitting across from my desk yet.
Plodding along with other stuff. My body seems to think it has an abundance of sodium at the moment. My fingers are extremely swollen and stiff. I've been drinking fluids but so far no relief. It's probably congestive heart failure or something like that.
After throwing away much too much food lately, I decided to try something a little different. As a preface, remember the scene in Lethal Weapon II where Mel Gibson follows Patsy Kensit (the little blonde secretary from the South African embassy) to the market and they have a conversation where she says that she shops every day because she never knows what she'll be hungry for one day to the next. I can relate. I used to be able to plan and shop for meals for at least a week and then stick to that pretty well. Not anymore. I find myself going to the store a lot but instead of buying just for the short term I still shop like I'm going to follow through on planning ahead. And I end up tossing a lot. I swear I should just bring bananas into the house and immediately throw them in the garbage.
So my plan now is to think ahead no more than three days at a time. This was my first week doing that and it actually turned out fairly well. Last Friday I had made a big meatloaf and then on Saturday made a big potato salad. Sunday evening I had enough leftover for dinner that night plus three lunches plus a bowl of potato salad leftover to have with another entree. Monday and Tuesday I had the lunches. One of those nights I had the rest of the potato salad plus some protein, a turkey burger patty I think. Tuesday I wasn't hungry in the evening so I had turkey burger again and some fruit. Wednesday I was in Salem on business and so had lunch out with my boss on the way back to Portland. Wednesday evening on a whim I stopped at the store and picked up breakfast fixings for dinner and had that Wednesday and Thursday evening. Yesterday I felt like sushi so I had that for lunch. And now today I brought the last of the originally planned lunches which, had I stuck to the plan, would've been eaten before now. Nothing tossed out, a little flexibility but not so much that I (a) spent a ton of money (maybe $25 between sushi lunch and two breakfast-for-dinners) and (b) ended up tossing stuff out. I do though need to take a pint of strawberries, some romaine, and a cucumber with me to my friends to eat this weekend. But still, not bad *and* I didn't eat a bunch of fast food either.
How often do you shop for groceries? Like grocery shopping or hate it? Do you go with a plan or where the whim takes you?
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
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