Yesterday my back decided to say "Fuck it, I'm done," for no discernible reason. Seriously - it's disappointing. This much pain should be from a car accident or an unfortunate attempt to lift a train off of a trapped child or something. To have it just start for no reason is a let-down. Sort of like when I had to go to therapy for weeks because I dislocated my kneecap ... by sitting down on the couch. I got the oddest looks from all of the football-injured and car wreck victims at the PT gym.
Actually, it's just the right side of my lower back that's in spasm, which is involved in a disturbing number of everyday activities. Like, you know, breathing. Walking. Sitting down. Standing up. Laying down. Moving my right leg in any way. Moving my left leg in certain ways. Coughing ... don't get me started on coughing. Coughing is dead to me, as is anything that involves me bending forward from the waist.
Doctor Google says rest, ice, heat, and anti-inflammatories are about the only way to fix this, so that's what I'm doing. Thanks to my boss (who put up with me only recommending yarn to customers if it happened to be at waist level or higher), my family (who turn out to be expert hot-pack microwavers and retrievers of things on the floor), ice packs, heat packs, ibuprofen, Tylenol, and Tylenol PM, I am now able to engage in some everyday activities without crying. As long as it's above mid-thigh-level, I am all over it. I even took a shower. Trying to put on pants afterward was an adventure in swearing, and I gave up and had the kid put on my socks for me, but at least I'm clean. And yes, I will go to the doctor if it gets worse or doesn't get better. I'm not a martyr. I'm just not keen on getting drugs that won't allow me to drive (and might lead me to say things I'll regret when I'm not taking them).
In the meantime, I'm out of commission for a few days, or at least only in commission if it can be done while standing up straight, sitting in a chair with arms, or lying down. Look for lots of knitting and photo albums to get completed this weekend, I guess!
Friday, January 15, 2016
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
I have a white noise app that I use all the time. I love that I can listen to a cat purring while I write (without having to vacuum up cat hair) or turn up the crowd and traffic noise to drown out the people around me at Panera. And yes, I use it to help me sleep when my usual trick of "staring resentfully at the ceiling" doesn't cut the mustard.
My favorite track to listen to at night is one that mimics the sound of rain on a car roof, which is oddly distinct and unusually comforting, at least to me. There's something very insular and comfortable about it, like it's raining out there but I'm nice and cozy in my little metal bubble of awesome.
This is a long-winded way of explaining why I'm sitting in my car in a parking lot watching the rain pour down while I grin like a maniac. I need to go inside and warm up for the gym .... but not yet.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Look! It's a taco salad onto which I threw everything that was even vaguely Hispanic in my fridge! Yes, there's lettuce under there somewhere.
Also pictured: pineapple juice mixed with sparkling water. It was useful for cutting through the relatively insanely spicy meat and peppers on the salad. Good thing, too, since that role is usually played by cheese and sour cream. Oh, cheese, how I miss you.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Today I took Liza with me to the grocery store, mainly because she was home from school and I needed to go, and partly because I wanted her to see what it is like to truly be surrounded by temptation and not give in.
She held the list and checked things off, and she was the designated label-reader for anything she wanted to get. That girl can spot sugar derivatives at 30 paces, let me tell you. And even though she whined and cajoled a bit, her heart really wasn't in it. I pointed out that she has been sleeping better, hasn't had a stomach ache, hasn't felt sick, and hasn't even had a sniffle since we started, as opposed to how she was when she was eating whatever she wanted. She admitted that she felt better...but she still wants a pizza. I don't blame her one bit!
Breakfast and lunch were variations on previous days: hard boiled eggs, sausage, and fruit; leftover soup and some guacamole dipped with those weird veggie potato chip things.
Dinner was a somewhat labor-intensive salad a la nicoise, with steamed green beans, boiled potatoes, hard boiled eggs, roasted peppers and stuffed olives, and canned tuna. Homemade vinaigrette dressing turned out really good, even if the use of yellow mustard rather than Dijon did render it sort of bile-colored. I will totally use that recipe again, though, because it is quite tasty.
I also made some scrambled-egg-and-prosciutto thingees for breakfast tomorrow, and I have a pot of Cincinnati style chili simmering on the stove for dinner tomorrow. I have a long day of work to face, and a meeting tomorrow night, so I figure something I can just hear and throw over some Zoodles will be just about my speed. Thank goodness for planning at least a little ways ahead!
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Let's see, what is there to report?
> I'm down nine pounds, and I fit into my skinnier jeans well enough to wear them all day yesterday.
> Liza still complains about not having sugar, but she's stopped whining about it after school and instead of standing in front of the pantry pining for food she can't have, she asks which kind of fruit she's allowed to have. Score!
> On Friday I didn't bring a lunch, and I got stuck waiting until almost 2 to eat. I didn't die. I wasn't even ridiculously hungry, and I didn't get a headache or anything. And I got a salad from Chipotle (which was out of the officially compliant carnitas, so I said screw it and got half chicken and half steak). I had a small pang when I stood there looking at the cheese and sour cream, and another when I had to walk past the soda machine to get to the unsweetened iced tea, but it's not like it was a consuming craving or anything. I missed it, I shrugged, and I moved on. Winner!
> Saturday we went out to Jimmy John's for lunch (unwich with no cheese or mayo; it's better with guacamole). It wasn't that inspiring, and we had to stare at the big pile of bread while we are. But it was way better than Moe's last weekend, so it was declared a success.
> We got together with friends last night at the last minute and brought our own snacks, which we shared with them. Freeze-dried fruit is insanely popular, by the way.
> I did not spend all day yesterday or today obsessing about menues and going to grocery stores. Instead, I enjoyed myself, used leftover stuff to make Mexican chicken soup for dinner, and I'm going to figure out a few meals we can make without having to kill ourselves shopping and cooking for hours. Hopefully I'll find a good balance of effort vs. payoff that will give us a sustainable way to do a scaled-back version of this going forward. Keep your fingers crossed!
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Meal 1: I had leftover tomato soup with chicken added, Jason had leftover gumbo and some fruit, Liza had an apple with no-sugar-added peanut butter. Yes, I know peanut butter isn't compliant. No, I don't care - having Liza be 100% compliant was never going to happen anyway.
Meal 2: Jason had leftover tomato soup with shrimp, and some fruit; Liza had ham and tropical fruit; and I had roast beef, a hard boiled egg, the leftover carrot salad, and some blueberries. Turns out, I will eat hard boiled eggs if there's salt on them and I have some mustard to dip them in. Who knew?
Meal 3: Zoodles (zucchini cut with the spiralizer and lightly cooked) with arabbiata sauce (which is mostly bacon and tomatoes) and some sausage. Liza had sausage, strawberries, a carrot, and various other fruits.
Why yes, my kid is eating a lot of fruit. I do not see a problem with this. We throw vegetables at her when she watches tv and isn't paying attention to what she's eating. Sneaky, right?
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Meal 1: Hamburger and half a grapefruit, both of which I prepped the night before.
Meal 2: Large salad with leftover shrimp from the night before, plus fruit.
Meal 3: balsamic vinegar chicken, plus a carrot/celery/cilantro salad with sesame dressing.
Liza had a carrot, some fruit, and a plain chicken breast. Verdict: I had forgotten how good this recipe is! We hardly ever buy boneless skinless chicken breasts anymore, so I haven't made this in years. The Trader Joe's chicken breasts were giant, to the point where I had a hard time eating a whole one plus all the veggies. Liza had no issues, though, tearing through hers in record time.
Observations: I have 3 triumphs to report:
1. My stomach felt better today, and I wasn't hungry until mealtimes (for the most part).
2. I successfully went to a bagel store (where I used to buy a bagel and diet coke for lunch almost every day) and bought an unsweetened iced tea, and I left the store without leaving a trail of drool and regret behind me. Go, me!
3. A sales rep came to the shop today and brought us cookies and brownies from the bakery next door. He left them sitting on the main table, where the brown bags could stare at me all day. I was good - I thought about them, maybe even fantasized about that brownie a little bit - but I did not eat them. Even when Erika had one. Even when Kathy brought in her own cookie and ate it in front of me. It was a long day, and I tried to stay away from the table as much as possible, but I made it through. I am insanely proud of myself.
A day late and a dollar short, so here's the quick rundown:
Meal 1: Leftover jambalaya (yay! Even better the next day!)
Meal 2: Small salad that left me hungry all afternoon and I didn't have any snacks with me and still I survived so I'm awesome.
Meal 3: Grilled shrimp, and tomato soup, both of which were totally nommy.
Observations: I was starving all day, especially once I realized I had left my snack at home and wouldn't have anything until like 4:30. Then I started having cramps, and I felt mildly awful all day. Then just before dinner things cleared up, moved along, and I felt fine. I suspect I wasn't hungry all day, I was feeling the day 8/9 stomach woes the web site warns about. Thank god for that, because if that was going to happen every day, I'd be done.