What's on your Monday Menu, RNYers?

It was a horrible weekend for me. I pretty much had nausea and diarrhea all weekend and it's the first time I've vomited actual food since I had surgery. I didn't sleep at all on Saturday night even taking 2 sleeping pills, one at my regular bedtime and one at 3AM. Nothing worked, I kept staring at nothing all night long. Plus I'm usually cold and all weekend and even today I've been getting too hot and I sweat like crazy. Of course I keep checking my temperature and worrying about this damn virus. But I know that isn't it, but it definitely makes me paranoid. I ate terrible, the only thing I wanted was pretzel sticks, cheese and grapes. Not the most balanced diet but I was trying to get protein in that wouldn't upset my stomach.

My BFF had to have one of her horses put down yesterday. He was a beautiful boy and a love and I feel awful for her. That and she's dealing with her verbally abusive husband who is nothing but a pain. His doctor had the DMV suspend his license because they felt he had cognitive issues, but he is driving anyway. I try to support her as much a possible. We keep each other sane.

Work is a pain, the sale is going through at the end of the month and as a contractor so far I don't have access to the new email, or Teams, no new ID badge to get in the building and no one seems concerned. Also they locked us out of the new VPN, and no one knows why. The last time we spent 3 days trying to get access and doing nothing in the office, this time we are remote and I suspect it will be even worse.

I'm hoping I will feel better today and get a walk in. I'm not sure how nice the weather will be, but I always feel better after a walk.

Have as good a day as is possible in this craziness. Thank you all for your support!

Hopefully you are feeling better today

I hope you have a better day.

Realllllly late to the party this morning! Love the sign JB. Man I miss coffee. Beautiful, hot weekend here in San Diego. We got to take care of our grand girls. They are in my bubble. Their dad works for me and my husband is their Mom's respite/emergency care giver. So we are all breathing the same air at one point or another. We got out on the four street corners at our intersection and played Frisbee for a while. Then there was some hula hooping and cartwheels. (no cartwheels for me though, I understand my physical limitations!)

QOTD The clearest earliest memory I have is 1st grade. My Dad was Navy and we moved a lot. That year we got transferred to beautiful (blech) Lemoore, CA. We moved 2 times and I went to 3 different first grade classes. My original class in San Diego, then the off base class in Lemoore and then on base when housing opened up. In the final class, on my first day, the teacher introduced me and asked me to stand up and talk about myself. I burst into tears and sobbed. I did get to stay at that school all the way to the start of 3rd grade, and my 2nd grade teacher was the best teacher I ever had. So I got that going for me out of it. Moving is hard on kids! I'm convinced all that moving is why I am good in sales and as a group leader. I was always the odd girl out growing up and if you didn't jump in, you didn't make friends.

Menu:

B: emiepie egg salad

L: spaghetti squash casserole

D: ground beef, veggie, a little bit of mashed potatoes (yum!)

S: if needed, 1/2 ounce Jacklink jerky

Peace everyone!

we seemed to move about every five minutes as well. I think that's why I flatly refuse to move out of this house until they have to cart me off to "the home"! I'm not moving again! I do credit that for my adaptability, though. I tend to deal well with change and making friends. But then, I had to in order to survive all those moves!

Did much better with my eating yesterday and the scale was down a little today. I just need to stick with what I know works and stop trying to reinvent the wheel. LOL

Nice quiet Monday. The teen is working on his online course, and the hubs is doing a beauty safe online course in prep for re-opening the salon we own. He's a licensed stylist, well versed in salon safety practices, but he graduated over 25 years ago, so he wants to update his knowledge so he can provide the safest possible salon... We're adding other safety measures as well specific to COVID 19.

Last night we didn't end up ordering take out because we had more leftovers in the fridge than we realized, so tonight will be our first time "eating out" since going into isolation on March 17th. I'm excited, even though it will be take out at home... We're ordering from our favourite local woodfire pizza and pasta restaurant. They are great with our allergies and even have a burger named after our son because he has three anaphylactic allergies and that's how they ensure his is always safe for him. Perks to living in a small rural community! Plus we're supporting a small business...

Menu Plan:

Meal 1: greek yogourt and granola

Meal 2: my usual kale salad with chickpeas and other toppings

Meal 3: haven't decided what to get yet, either a personal size gf prawn & bacon pizza or gf chicken mushroom fettuccine alfredo...

Snack: TBD

QOTD: I was at a friend's house and we were leaning out the second floor bedroom window chanting "fatty patty! fatty patty" at a neighbour kid, not because she was fat at all, but because it rhymed. I got whooped by my friend's mom, and ran out the front door and down the street, smack into a streetlight, so hard I fell to the ground! Then when my mom came to pick me up she whooped me too! That was a VERY bad day... I'm in my mid-40's now, and my mom was an old school "spare the rod, spoil the child" kind of parent, so not many specific incidents stand out in my memory cause I got whooped for everything... I was a good kid (oldest of 5 ), but if I even looked at her wrong, had a bad attitude, or my tone of voice wasn't liked, she whooped me. When I had my son I knew I would never hit him. It made no sense to me when I'd be yelled at to be quiet, or hit for not being gentle. I love how open and trusting my son is with me, there's loads of gentle ways to teach kids, and I wish I'd had that with my mom (she died of cancer when I was 22 so never even got to meet any of her grandkids). She loved us as fiercely as she disciplined us, so I don't hold any resentment. I recognize she was doing what she thought was best for us...

I forgot to add my QOTD...

the earliest memory I have of being in trouble was being chased around the house and out into the backyard by my very pregnant mother, so I would have been younger than 3, since that's when my sister was born. But I have no memory of what I did...

another one that was actually more funny than "bad" - we'd make these Christmas ornaments that looked like Christmas cookies in kindergarten - they were made out of plaster of paris or something. My mother said I should give one to Mr****e, our babysitter, for Christmas. I HATED Mr****e and told my mother I didn't want to give her anything, but Mom made me wrap one up in a box (with gift wrap) anyway. Mr****e opened it and oooed and aaahed and thanked me profusely for the beautiful "gift". But later that afternoon, while she was watching her soap operas, I snuck into the room where the box was and took the ornament out of the box and hid it in my room. The next day Mr****e told my parents that when she got the box home and opened it, there was no ornament in it. I'm sure I put my parents in a very awkward position, but they laughed about that for YEARS!