(I wrote this on a paper notepad last night, sitting in my recliner with a cat in my lap. It's so rare my little Jean-Luc cuddles all evening that I delayed posting until this morning.)
I finally got a hunger pang and ate a little soup and ice cream. It's 8:30 p.m.
Today was fasting blood test day. I know. I just had labs done. Different doctor. His interest was not my cholesterol. My family practice doctor wants cholesterol. My bad cholesterol is usually bad. Too bad I can't get these doctors in sync so that I could get one poke in the arm at the same time for both of them.
Fasting isn't a problem. Remembering to is dicey. Too easy to grab a granola bar or cuppa coffee absentmindedly. I planted my first reminder in Stickies in my computer. You can't tell here that this pops up in front of everything at the appointed time and shimmies until I acknowledge its presence.
Which in turn plants the brilliant idea for a reminder on the refrigerator door . . .
. . . and last but not least, the coffee pot.
This was foolproof. No, really. It was foolproof. I thought I'd pass out from hunger a time or two while getting ready, but I didn't eat.
I did head directly from the clinic to the local café where I gorged on two huge pancakes prepared with about a cup of blueberries, two eggs over medium, three very crisp pieces of bacon (the chef even came out to check on the doneness of my very crisp bacon), and a quart of coffee. It was slow-going, molar-challenged as I am until I get that tooth implant, but I ate the whole thing and headed off to NeedleCrafts, feeling fat and happy. (Asked why I didn't just order the pancakes without the rest, I gave my perfect reason: this is how it's listed on the menu.)
We had a good group today. Norma had finished a baby blanket and, despite my calling out to her to hold it up longer, she'd started folding it and whipped out a little sweater before I could hardly get the camera out.
Sandy made these tiny lacy sox.
I even turned my camera to my tile block. Yes. Still on the first one. My fellow NeedleCrafters here marvel at my patience with those tiny appliqué stitches, but I need a long-term hand project to sustain me through the next few years. All my other in-progress quilt projects are in sewing-machine-required stages.
The senior lunch sounded pretty good today, but I still felt stuffed when the time came around. I would have let my lunch go to anyone who'd forgotten to sign up, but it was all mine, so I brought the main dish home for dinner.
Earlier, when I remarked about saying I felt soooo full, someone had suggested that a bit of citrus fruit would soothe the overstuffed tummy. I was a little skeptical. This goes counter to a breakfast sequence I follow that I read about in a book on food combining that has acids eaten first, as they digest first. There was a carton of orange juice with lunch, instead of the usual canned fruit concoction, so I drank it and ate my green salad sans dressing.
I should have stuck with normal practice. Until about 7:30 or 8:00 this evening I didn't think I'd want to eat again today.
See you soon.