Well Amigos, I'm down another 2.2 pounds. And I weighed myself a day earlier than normal so I figure that's probably at least a pound off. :) Nah, just kidding. I'm quite glad. I thought it might be more because I'm feeling it more, but hey, I'm just glad I'm going in the right direction. It's not a race or anything, just something I need to do.
I went to see my therapist beforehand, and it was so invigorating. He's been my therapist for, oh, maybe 10 years, probably more, and discussing my weight is a regular topic. So he was especially pleased to see I'd made progress, and I was especially pleased to tell him all about it.
I'd never say this was the easiest thing. The easiest thing is to buy and eat pre-made, packaged food, or drive-thru or frozen pizzas, and we know I can't do that. But I've been on the program 3 weeks and haven't really had a slip up except for the girl scout debacle. There's just something about this program that is working.
I returned a Christmas gift at Boston Store yesterday, and with the credit I bought myself 2 pair of earrings. They had a great selection of nickel free jewelry, because nickel drives me batty. That was pretty sweet! So I sort of rewarded myself yesterday.
I also went to Walgreens and bought a bunch of stickers. I love stickers. I intend on putting them on calendars to mark days when I've followed the program and successfully used and not abused my points. I won't say not go over because you sort of can do that with the extra 35 they give you for the week.
The good thing is, I know what constitutes a good day. I see lots of stickers in my future.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
show last night
I've had a really good couple days here. Yesterday I was surprised by an email from one of my roommates from college. We've stayed in touch but the last several years it's been just Christmas cards, and that just isn't enough. I'm so glad she emailed, because if you want to stay in touch with me that's the best way to do it.
I'm not, nor have I ever been, a big fan of the telephone. Well, maybe for a while in high school, but mostly I don't like it. All that ringing and nonsense, and I'm not a particularly good telephone conversationalist, with the exception of maybe 2 people.
I think caller id is a great, if not the greatest, invention. :) And now since I have digital phone and cable the name pops up on my television (as long as it's on and I'm not watching a DVD). So that's pretty cool.
Anyway, my old roommate and I were commenting on how we feel old. I know I'm not really old to some, but boy do you ever start feeling the impact when one of your best friends' kids is going to college. I mean, that's the age she and I were when we met in the dorms 23 years ago... I've got friends with kids that old. And frankly, I don't FEEL much older than I did then.
So yesterday I went to see Pink Martini at the Pabst with my mom and my sister. It was sponsored by some group called 'queer life' so that will give you a clue to their main demographic. I'm not a fan, my sister and mom are, and they convinced me to go along. It was really quite good. They're not a group I'd listen to regularly, but seeing them live was definitely worth it.
Thursday I have another Pabst show and I'm just jumping out of my skin to see it. It's Stephen Malkmus and he used to be the frontman for Pavement who are among my favorite groups ever. I am really, really excited. I listen to Malkmus or Pavement all the dang time, and I absolutely love them. If you lived with me you'd probably grow very tired of his stuff, but I never do.
So far I'm doing pretty well this week on the old WW flex plan. Which reminds me, I need to input my breakfast and lunch for today. It's so nice to have that keep track of things for you. There's something about this program amigos. It seems to be doing the trick. Of course this is only my 4th week (or 3rd?) so take that with a grain of salt. Since I'm going to that show on Thursday night I'll have to miss that meeting, meaning I'll need to weigh in someplace else. That makes me a little nervous, being a new place and all, but it must be done!
I'm not, nor have I ever been, a big fan of the telephone. Well, maybe for a while in high school, but mostly I don't like it. All that ringing and nonsense, and I'm not a particularly good telephone conversationalist, with the exception of maybe 2 people.
I think caller id is a great, if not the greatest, invention. :) And now since I have digital phone and cable the name pops up on my television (as long as it's on and I'm not watching a DVD). So that's pretty cool.
Anyway, my old roommate and I were commenting on how we feel old. I know I'm not really old to some, but boy do you ever start feeling the impact when one of your best friends' kids is going to college. I mean, that's the age she and I were when we met in the dorms 23 years ago... I've got friends with kids that old. And frankly, I don't FEEL much older than I did then.
So yesterday I went to see Pink Martini at the Pabst with my mom and my sister. It was sponsored by some group called 'queer life' so that will give you a clue to their main demographic. I'm not a fan, my sister and mom are, and they convinced me to go along. It was really quite good. They're not a group I'd listen to regularly, but seeing them live was definitely worth it.
Thursday I have another Pabst show and I'm just jumping out of my skin to see it. It's Stephen Malkmus and he used to be the frontman for Pavement who are among my favorite groups ever. I am really, really excited. I listen to Malkmus or Pavement all the dang time, and I absolutely love them. If you lived with me you'd probably grow very tired of his stuff, but I never do.
So far I'm doing pretty well this week on the old WW flex plan. Which reminds me, I need to input my breakfast and lunch for today. It's so nice to have that keep track of things for you. There's something about this program amigos. It seems to be doing the trick. Of course this is only my 4th week (or 3rd?) so take that with a grain of salt. Since I'm going to that show on Thursday night I'll have to miss that meeting, meaning I'll need to weigh in someplace else. That makes me a little nervous, being a new place and all, but it must be done!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Another weird thing...
So I have another incident to join the pantheon of crap that happens to me.
So Sunday I'm very excited because my good friend from New York and I (he's the one I house and dog sit for) had our traditional trip to Beans and Barley. He's usually here a couple times a year and we always pick one weekend day to go. Our tradition continues with a trip to Sam's Club, which is always fun. So I pick him up around 8:00 and we're off to Beans.
So we'd just ordered and were chatting when a group of people were seated at the table next to us. We watched them filter in, and bringing up the rear was an older woman, 70s probably, well dressed, walked with a cane. She walks over and starts talking to me and my friend. She started out by saying "I noticed you when you came in and I don't know if anyone has ever told you about this but there's something going around and it's important that you know about it." I soon realized that she wasn't with the group who sat down at all, but she was just striking up a conversation with us. So I did what I usually do when dealing with people who are obviously a bit 'tetched' in the head, which is nod and smile and begin the ignoring process. But she just kept talking.
She goes on to say that women who experience rapid and extreme weight gain are very much in danger of developing a problem (don't remember what she called it) that doesn't turn up in regular blood testing. She thinks it's very important that I (me personally) get tested because my regular doctor won't know about it. I have to tell you amigos, I felt a mixture of anger and shame and downright shock. I've never been quite so insulted in my entire life. So, I muster up (amid my mortification) the words "I'm quite well."
She responds "Are you?" To which I respond "Yes, I'm quite well." I got an icy glare and she turned around and left. After a little conversation along the lines of "That was really weird" and whatnot, we get back to our breakfast and conversation. About 10 or 15 minutes later, this same woman approaches our table and tells me the following: "I know you think you you're alright but it's very important that you know that the clinic where you can get tested is the XXX clinic in Mequon. You need to remember that." And she turned and walked away.
At this point I was livid. I didn't engage her at all because she was old and had a couple screws loose, but this is one of my favorite restaurants, and I'm with one of my favorite people, and this woman rudely interrupted a perfectly good meal to discuss my obvious weight problem.
So I called our server over and told her about it. I said I didn't know if she is a regular here but she interrupted our meal twice to say some very offensive things (bear in mind I've mentioned about 1/8 of the actual conversation). Anyway, she made some comment about her being a 'regular' and that it was unusual, and she told her manager. Then the manager says that this has happened with someone on the waitstaff but never with a diner. So I mention that, all mental illness aside, this shouldn't have happened to me and I wanted them to know about it so it doesn't happen to someone else.
I have no doubt that somehow this person thought she was doing me a favor. But I can't tell you how that felt, to have someone single me out and feel the need to talk to me because I'm heavy, when I'm with a friend no less. I was ashamed and embarrassed (during the second conversation she was actually talking loud enough for people to start looking up) and really, really pissed. I felt angry and hurt. And there was something so defeating about it all, especially after I've been working so hard with weight watchers. All this woman did was remind me of my situation, and I felt terrible.
I wish it made me feel better knowing that she has some issues (who knows what those issues are--she looked and dressed normally and obviously has her act together well enough to bring herself to breakfast on a regular basis), but it really doesn't. It just doesn't.
Not to worry, I haven't let it bother me a whole lot subsequently, and I really did have a great day yesterday. And today's not too shabby either. So, yeah, I'm fine. I guess maybe now I'm mostly pissed off. And sadly I'm a little hesitant to go to Beans again...
So Sunday I'm very excited because my good friend from New York and I (he's the one I house and dog sit for) had our traditional trip to Beans and Barley. He's usually here a couple times a year and we always pick one weekend day to go. Our tradition continues with a trip to Sam's Club, which is always fun. So I pick him up around 8:00 and we're off to Beans.
So we'd just ordered and were chatting when a group of people were seated at the table next to us. We watched them filter in, and bringing up the rear was an older woman, 70s probably, well dressed, walked with a cane. She walks over and starts talking to me and my friend. She started out by saying "I noticed you when you came in and I don't know if anyone has ever told you about this but there's something going around and it's important that you know about it." I soon realized that she wasn't with the group who sat down at all, but she was just striking up a conversation with us. So I did what I usually do when dealing with people who are obviously a bit 'tetched' in the head, which is nod and smile and begin the ignoring process. But she just kept talking.
She goes on to say that women who experience rapid and extreme weight gain are very much in danger of developing a problem (don't remember what she called it) that doesn't turn up in regular blood testing. She thinks it's very important that I (me personally) get tested because my regular doctor won't know about it. I have to tell you amigos, I felt a mixture of anger and shame and downright shock. I've never been quite so insulted in my entire life. So, I muster up (amid my mortification) the words "I'm quite well."
She responds "Are you?" To which I respond "Yes, I'm quite well." I got an icy glare and she turned around and left. After a little conversation along the lines of "That was really weird" and whatnot, we get back to our breakfast and conversation. About 10 or 15 minutes later, this same woman approaches our table and tells me the following: "I know you think you you're alright but it's very important that you know that the clinic where you can get tested is the XXX clinic in Mequon. You need to remember that." And she turned and walked away.
At this point I was livid. I didn't engage her at all because she was old and had a couple screws loose, but this is one of my favorite restaurants, and I'm with one of my favorite people, and this woman rudely interrupted a perfectly good meal to discuss my obvious weight problem.
So I called our server over and told her about it. I said I didn't know if she is a regular here but she interrupted our meal twice to say some very offensive things (bear in mind I've mentioned about 1/8 of the actual conversation). Anyway, she made some comment about her being a 'regular' and that it was unusual, and she told her manager. Then the manager says that this has happened with someone on the waitstaff but never with a diner. So I mention that, all mental illness aside, this shouldn't have happened to me and I wanted them to know about it so it doesn't happen to someone else.
I have no doubt that somehow this person thought she was doing me a favor. But I can't tell you how that felt, to have someone single me out and feel the need to talk to me because I'm heavy, when I'm with a friend no less. I was ashamed and embarrassed (during the second conversation she was actually talking loud enough for people to start looking up) and really, really pissed. I felt angry and hurt. And there was something so defeating about it all, especially after I've been working so hard with weight watchers. All this woman did was remind me of my situation, and I felt terrible.
I wish it made me feel better knowing that she has some issues (who knows what those issues are--she looked and dressed normally and obviously has her act together well enough to bring herself to breakfast on a regular basis), but it really doesn't. It just doesn't.
Not to worry, I haven't let it bother me a whole lot subsequently, and I really did have a great day yesterday. And today's not too shabby either. So, yeah, I'm fine. I guess maybe now I'm mostly pissed off. And sadly I'm a little hesitant to go to Beans again...
Friday, March 14, 2008
I take it back!
So remember how I was complaining that I didn't want to go out and celebrate my friends' engagement? I take it all back, every word. I went, and I had a wonderful time. I'm so very happy for both of them, and they're obviously over the moon. And I made very wise eating decisions, though frankly it wasn't too different from what I usually eat when I go there. My indulgence was a cappuccino, but when I go out to eat I just love to have some coffee and I wasn't in the mood for regular coffee, or espresso. I have to say it was delicious.
And the time out with my friends, well, it was fantastic!
Last weekend on the way home from DC I said to the Green Acres girls who were with me that I have been absolutely blessed with the best friends a person could ask for. When I say I love these people I'm not being in the least insincere or cloying. I really do love them. My friends from Green Acres, my friends from work, my friends from the adoption center, from wherever, are the nicest, kindest, friendliest people a person could ever hope to know and I am so, so lucky to have them.
I'm sorry if I'm getting schmaltzy here, but honestly, the best cure for a bad mood is my friends. They can always make me feel secure and valued.
So, it was a great time. Honestly, these last 2 weekends have been a blast (and this one is just getting started!). Tomorrow I get to see my hairdresser (another dear friend, I've been going to him for over 20 years), then Sunday I get to have brunch with my friend from New York. Then Monday I'm going to see Pink Martini at the Pabst with my mom and sister. They're more the fans than I am, but we wanted to make a girl's night of it, and my mother is just so excited about it. She's 76 but still gets a mighty kick out of her live shows. You should have seen her at Harry Connick Jr.!
Anyway, I just had to come in and write something a little more upbeat than where I left off. And to just say that I'm so thankful, every day, for the lovely people I count as my friends (and if you're reading this, you're one of them).
And the time out with my friends, well, it was fantastic!
Last weekend on the way home from DC I said to the Green Acres girls who were with me that I have been absolutely blessed with the best friends a person could ask for. When I say I love these people I'm not being in the least insincere or cloying. I really do love them. My friends from Green Acres, my friends from work, my friends from the adoption center, from wherever, are the nicest, kindest, friendliest people a person could ever hope to know and I am so, so lucky to have them.
I'm sorry if I'm getting schmaltzy here, but honestly, the best cure for a bad mood is my friends. They can always make me feel secure and valued.
So, it was a great time. Honestly, these last 2 weekends have been a blast (and this one is just getting started!). Tomorrow I get to see my hairdresser (another dear friend, I've been going to him for over 20 years), then Sunday I get to have brunch with my friend from New York. Then Monday I'm going to see Pink Martini at the Pabst with my mom and sister. They're more the fans than I am, but we wanted to make a girl's night of it, and my mother is just so excited about it. She's 76 but still gets a mighty kick out of her live shows. You should have seen her at Harry Connick Jr.!
Anyway, I just had to come in and write something a little more upbeat than where I left off. And to just say that I'm so thankful, every day, for the lovely people I count as my friends (and if you're reading this, you're one of them).
Weigh-in Number 3
Hey Amigos,
Well, the scales were in my favor at my WW meeting yesterday. I'm down 3.8 more pounds, for a total of 8.6 lbs lost.
I am indeed quite pleased, especially after the couple rough spots I encountered. I was able to indulge myself, within reason (except for the damn GS cookies...how much would I have lost if those hadn't entered the picture!?) and still lost weight. I like this program.
I've found the key is having food at home that I like and that is good for me. I've taken to stocking up about once a week with enough stuff for all 3 meals daily, and enough fruit for snacks, plus the occasional WW treat.
Allow me to get my griping out of the way. This is terrible and self-defeating, but I have to figure out how to face up to it. I've got a shitload of weight to lose. I am very happy I lost, and will continue to do so, but it is a daily, minute by minute struggle not to think about it in terms of how much I need to lose.
I'm working on it, I'm working on it.
What I've been telling myself is that it's not a good enough reason to not do something. Either lose weight slowly, or stay where I am. I'm smart enough to know what option is the best one.
The meeting was just OK. We had a sub who was a bore, and there is this group of women who pretty much know it all and talk through the entire meeting AND interrupt others while they're sharing to tell everyone why what the person is suggesting wouldn't work for themselves. It's very negative energy and I don't like it.
I'm looking forward to another week on the program. I can tell I'm eating better. I physically feel better, and I can indeed tell that I've dropped weight. It's probably not noticeable to the naked eye, but it is noticeable to the naked me.
I'm meeting friends out tonight for a celebration. It's an interesting story. I've known Y for years, she used to work for me. As long as I've known her she's had her best friend, A, who's a feller. They have known each other for years, probably at least 10-15 years, have been roommates, travelled together. I've never thought of them as anything other than that.
Well, somewhere along the line things changed, and A proposed to Y yesterday. I guess I can't describe how weird that is to me! I'm so used to looking at them one way, like they're brother and sister, and now that's all changed up!
I am incredibly happy for them, of course. It's just going to take some getting used to!
Blogs get pretty personal, right? I have to admit something, then. I'm not much in the mood to celebrate the event. I don't know if it has to do with me and Jeff or what, but the thought of a wedding right now makes me want to puke. I'm sure I'll overcome it and be fine by tonight. I mean, I have bigger fish to fry than dealing with me feeling sorry for myself. It's just so hard sometimes, it really is, to keep my spirits up when I'm feeling so incredibly blue.
But don't worry about me, I'll get over it. Hell, I'm not even entirely sure what I'm feeling, really. I just got the blues, I guess.
Thankfully it's Friday, AND I'm off this afternoon, so, woo hoo!
Well, the scales were in my favor at my WW meeting yesterday. I'm down 3.8 more pounds, for a total of 8.6 lbs lost.
I am indeed quite pleased, especially after the couple rough spots I encountered. I was able to indulge myself, within reason (except for the damn GS cookies...how much would I have lost if those hadn't entered the picture!?) and still lost weight. I like this program.
I've found the key is having food at home that I like and that is good for me. I've taken to stocking up about once a week with enough stuff for all 3 meals daily, and enough fruit for snacks, plus the occasional WW treat.
Allow me to get my griping out of the way. This is terrible and self-defeating, but I have to figure out how to face up to it. I've got a shitload of weight to lose. I am very happy I lost, and will continue to do so, but it is a daily, minute by minute struggle not to think about it in terms of how much I need to lose.
I'm working on it, I'm working on it.
What I've been telling myself is that it's not a good enough reason to not do something. Either lose weight slowly, or stay where I am. I'm smart enough to know what option is the best one.
The meeting was just OK. We had a sub who was a bore, and there is this group of women who pretty much know it all and talk through the entire meeting AND interrupt others while they're sharing to tell everyone why what the person is suggesting wouldn't work for themselves. It's very negative energy and I don't like it.
I'm looking forward to another week on the program. I can tell I'm eating better. I physically feel better, and I can indeed tell that I've dropped weight. It's probably not noticeable to the naked eye, but it is noticeable to the naked me.
I'm meeting friends out tonight for a celebration. It's an interesting story. I've known Y for years, she used to work for me. As long as I've known her she's had her best friend, A, who's a feller. They have known each other for years, probably at least 10-15 years, have been roommates, travelled together. I've never thought of them as anything other than that.
Well, somewhere along the line things changed, and A proposed to Y yesterday. I guess I can't describe how weird that is to me! I'm so used to looking at them one way, like they're brother and sister, and now that's all changed up!
I am incredibly happy for them, of course. It's just going to take some getting used to!
Blogs get pretty personal, right? I have to admit something, then. I'm not much in the mood to celebrate the event. I don't know if it has to do with me and Jeff or what, but the thought of a wedding right now makes me want to puke. I'm sure I'll overcome it and be fine by tonight. I mean, I have bigger fish to fry than dealing with me feeling sorry for myself. It's just so hard sometimes, it really is, to keep my spirits up when I'm feeling so incredibly blue.
But don't worry about me, I'll get over it. Hell, I'm not even entirely sure what I'm feeling, really. I just got the blues, I guess.
Thankfully it's Friday, AND I'm off this afternoon, so, woo hoo!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
What gives?
Are the blog gods telling me I shouldn't blog today? I keep trying but everything comes out like crap. I think maybe I'm trying too hard. So I'm just going to write a little about what I'm doing over the next few days.
Hey, it's always a thrill a minute with me.
So today I'm at work. Tonight is my weekly weight watchers meeting, and I get to weigh in. I had a couple rough days this week (that run in with the girl scout cookies was especially damning) but I've done well since then. I wouldn't be surprised if the scale didn't change much this week, what with my Door County indulgences. But I'm not discouraged, nor have I stopped my plan. I just had a couple bumps in the road is all.
I think the key has been planning. I essentially plan every meal and I don't stray from them. Much. That's when the weight watchers ice cream bars and treats come in very handy!
Let's see...tomorrow I am off in the afternoon for a therapy appointment, and my second follow up appointment with my devastatingly handsome doctor. I have fantasies about him.
"Oh, I'm sorry doctor, while I was waiting for you my shirt fell off."
This appointment will be bittersweet, because he probably won't need to see me after this. And it's not just because of him. I felt the same with my other orthopaedic doctor. You know, they're so good and kind and take such good care of you, and you'll never see them again. And that's actually what happened with my first orthopaedic doctor. He got cancer a few years later and died. He wasn't even 50.
Anyway, it is a bit sad, for me at least. But thankfully my healing process is coming along. It's taking a little longer than I anticipated, which is a bit discouraging, but I'll get there.
Saturday I have a haircut appointment, and not a minute too soon. My hair has been most uncooperative. It's gotten curlier as I've gotten older and sometimes it just takes over. A friend of mine once told me that there's a party on my head. Well, the party's gone on a bit long and everyone's had way too much to drink. It's time to call it a day!
Sunday I am having breakfast with my friend from New York. He comes to visit his parents a couple times a year and we have a tradition of breakfast at Beans and Barley and a trip to Sam's Club. He gets certain things there much, much cheaper than they can be gotten in NYC. I am really looking forward to that. He worked here years ago, and when he left we started emailing and never stopped. We email every day, even if it's just silly little things. He's one of my dearest friends.
So, that's what's going on with me. I know, a thrill a minute. But it's all I have to blog about right now, so it'll have to do. :)
Hey, it's always a thrill a minute with me.
So today I'm at work. Tonight is my weekly weight watchers meeting, and I get to weigh in. I had a couple rough days this week (that run in with the girl scout cookies was especially damning) but I've done well since then. I wouldn't be surprised if the scale didn't change much this week, what with my Door County indulgences. But I'm not discouraged, nor have I stopped my plan. I just had a couple bumps in the road is all.
I think the key has been planning. I essentially plan every meal and I don't stray from them. Much. That's when the weight watchers ice cream bars and treats come in very handy!
Let's see...tomorrow I am off in the afternoon for a therapy appointment, and my second follow up appointment with my devastatingly handsome doctor. I have fantasies about him.
"Oh, I'm sorry doctor, while I was waiting for you my shirt fell off."
This appointment will be bittersweet, because he probably won't need to see me after this. And it's not just because of him. I felt the same with my other orthopaedic doctor. You know, they're so good and kind and take such good care of you, and you'll never see them again. And that's actually what happened with my first orthopaedic doctor. He got cancer a few years later and died. He wasn't even 50.
Anyway, it is a bit sad, for me at least. But thankfully my healing process is coming along. It's taking a little longer than I anticipated, which is a bit discouraging, but I'll get there.
Saturday I have a haircut appointment, and not a minute too soon. My hair has been most uncooperative. It's gotten curlier as I've gotten older and sometimes it just takes over. A friend of mine once told me that there's a party on my head. Well, the party's gone on a bit long and everyone's had way too much to drink. It's time to call it a day!
Sunday I am having breakfast with my friend from New York. He comes to visit his parents a couple times a year and we have a tradition of breakfast at Beans and Barley and a trip to Sam's Club. He gets certain things there much, much cheaper than they can be gotten in NYC. I am really looking forward to that. He worked here years ago, and when he left we started emailing and never stopped. We email every day, even if it's just silly little things. He's one of my dearest friends.
So, that's what's going on with me. I know, a thrill a minute. But it's all I have to blog about right now, so it'll have to do. :)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
The Week So Far
Well, yesterday wasn't so hot in the old eating department. I had some Girl Scout cookies delivered that I'd forgotten I'd bought and...well, I'm not going down that road to explain what I did. I'll leave that up to your imagination. All is not lost. I do still have GS cookies here, just not as many as I ordered...
I'm going to give them to one of my students. She's from Burma and is probably 1/3 my size, and college students are always poor and hungry, even the rich ones. So she can have them.
I didn't do so hot once I got home either. I had a stomach ache (see above) and didn't want to eat any of the chili I had for fear of making things worse. So I opened a can of soup and it was terrible, some Healthy Choice concoction which may or may not be healthy but was anything but choice. I did not like it one tiny bit. So then I had a few other things to supplement and had an altogether not well balanced meal. I didn't necessarily overeat, but I didn't eat well that's for sure.
So I'm thinking weigh in on Thursday won't be so hot. I know that when I put my full attention on eating right that it works, but the weekend and yesterday were all out of sorts. Not that I'd trade my Door County weekend for anything, no way.
We took a trip to a winery up there. I really do love wine, but it does such a number on my system that I refrain from drinking it. Red wine makes me flush terribly, plus my sinuses close up and I can't breathe (allergies). White wine makes me flush too, though doesn't tend to mess up my breathing or anything. But the flushing just gets progressively worse as I get older so I just avoid the stuff. Most liquor, actually. I'm a teetotaller, but not by choice.
But I figured a few tastes wouldn't hurt, and I always like what they do with the cherries up there. So I approached the tasting area where my friends were. I was not greeted by the grumpy person behind the counter who really looked like she'd have rather been anywhere other than where she was. So after a few seconds of icy stares I asked for the type of wine I wanted to taste. This must have been a bit of an inconvenience for her, poor thing. I can't describe the look on her face. It was almost like she was thinking "You'll never spend enough money in this shop to make up for the trouble you're causing me." Anyway, before she poured she made it explicitly clear that I was allowed six tastes altogether. M'kay. Then she distributed a tiny taste of dry cherry wine in my glass. It was pretty good.
What makes me chuckle is that there were probably 4 other people in the entire place besides me and my friends (there were 6 of us). So while I appreciate their rules and everything, I'm not entirely sure it was necessary to make it so clear that we were being monitored. Did she keep a running tally in her head or something? Was she worried about running out of wine? There's just no telling.
So I didn't buy any wine. I didn't want any for myself (seeing as I can't drink it) and I didn't have any gifts in mind and therefore couldn't make an appropriate choice. So I bought cherry butter (I've never seen cherry butter and I'm very excited about trying it) and cherry rhubarb butter (I've also never seen that). I absolutely love cherries, so I was quite happy. I haven't tried either yet. Just thinking about them is making me hungry.
My sissy gets back from Boston today. I'm so glad. My mother came back from her 2 week visit to her sisters' places in Texas and has been complaining ever since, and I've had no one to vent to who would understand. Yesterday she told me that she grew tired of her sister mentioning her new hair do (not my mom's but her own). See, my mother never stops talking about her hair. I honestly can't describe to you how much my mother obsesses over her hair. However she failed to see the irony, so I finally said "You talk about your hair all the time" to which she resonded "I DO NOT!" and there was a little back and forth. What it came down to was that she felt there was a distinction between her sister saying "What do you think of my hair?" and her saying "How does my hair look?" It's insanity I tells ya.
I'm going to give them to one of my students. She's from Burma and is probably 1/3 my size, and college students are always poor and hungry, even the rich ones. So she can have them.
I didn't do so hot once I got home either. I had a stomach ache (see above) and didn't want to eat any of the chili I had for fear of making things worse. So I opened a can of soup and it was terrible, some Healthy Choice concoction which may or may not be healthy but was anything but choice. I did not like it one tiny bit. So then I had a few other things to supplement and had an altogether not well balanced meal. I didn't necessarily overeat, but I didn't eat well that's for sure.
So I'm thinking weigh in on Thursday won't be so hot. I know that when I put my full attention on eating right that it works, but the weekend and yesterday were all out of sorts. Not that I'd trade my Door County weekend for anything, no way.
We took a trip to a winery up there. I really do love wine, but it does such a number on my system that I refrain from drinking it. Red wine makes me flush terribly, plus my sinuses close up and I can't breathe (allergies). White wine makes me flush too, though doesn't tend to mess up my breathing or anything. But the flushing just gets progressively worse as I get older so I just avoid the stuff. Most liquor, actually. I'm a teetotaller, but not by choice.
But I figured a few tastes wouldn't hurt, and I always like what they do with the cherries up there. So I approached the tasting area where my friends were. I was not greeted by the grumpy person behind the counter who really looked like she'd have rather been anywhere other than where she was. So after a few seconds of icy stares I asked for the type of wine I wanted to taste. This must have been a bit of an inconvenience for her, poor thing. I can't describe the look on her face. It was almost like she was thinking "You'll never spend enough money in this shop to make up for the trouble you're causing me." Anyway, before she poured she made it explicitly clear that I was allowed six tastes altogether. M'kay. Then she distributed a tiny taste of dry cherry wine in my glass. It was pretty good.
What makes me chuckle is that there were probably 4 other people in the entire place besides me and my friends (there were 6 of us). So while I appreciate their rules and everything, I'm not entirely sure it was necessary to make it so clear that we were being monitored. Did she keep a running tally in her head or something? Was she worried about running out of wine? There's just no telling.
So I didn't buy any wine. I didn't want any for myself (seeing as I can't drink it) and I didn't have any gifts in mind and therefore couldn't make an appropriate choice. So I bought cherry butter (I've never seen cherry butter and I'm very excited about trying it) and cherry rhubarb butter (I've also never seen that). I absolutely love cherries, so I was quite happy. I haven't tried either yet. Just thinking about them is making me hungry.
My sissy gets back from Boston today. I'm so glad. My mother came back from her 2 week visit to her sisters' places in Texas and has been complaining ever since, and I've had no one to vent to who would understand. Yesterday she told me that she grew tired of her sister mentioning her new hair do (not my mom's but her own). See, my mother never stops talking about her hair. I honestly can't describe to you how much my mother obsesses over her hair. However she failed to see the irony, so I finally said "You talk about your hair all the time" to which she resonded "I DO NOT!" and there was a little back and forth. What it came down to was that she felt there was a distinction between her sister saying "What do you think of my hair?" and her saying "How does my hair look?" It's insanity I tells ya.
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