Saturday, May 13, 2023

Good morning! I'm just getting ready to head out on a hike. Lordy, it's early, but I didn't plan it. One of the neighborhood ladies was trying to get all the other ladies in the neighborhood to do a monthly hike. Only myself and one other woman said yes, and then she dropped out so it's just myself and the planner. I haven't met her yet, so there might be a little awkwardness. But hopefully it'll be fun.

Down another 0.4 pounds for a total of 10. After a good glucose day yesterday, it was higher than I want it all night. The sensor/app measures from midnight to midnight, so today won't look like a good day. But I'm soldiering on with the low carb as it's working on the weight loss front.

On the it's always something house front, when the painters power washed the house, they go****er in one of my fountain plugs, and now the GCFI plug won't stay unpopped. It's had a day to dry out. I'm hoping a second day makes it miraculously start working.

Yesterday I drove around to look at houses that my painter had done to assess paint finish. Normally you paint stucco with flat paint, but he said with the dark color and the strong sun here it'll be faded in no time. So he suggests low sheen paint. I was driving around to see what that look like. I think it should be OK. I hope the HOA agrees.

Anyway, I think that's it. Don't forget your pendulums if you go meat shopping! Have a great day.

Good morning! I'm still lolling around in bed while CC is out hiking! Hoping Peps is having a mental break while at the dog show.

Yes, watching our parents cope with aging can break our hearts. I am heart sick about how my mother in particular, is living her last years. She should be in assisted living, but my Dad would be like a caged lion. And obviously they don't want to live apart. They say they want help, but reject all offers, and possible solutions. Sometimes I just do things anyhow, like cleaning stuff in the kitchen. I console myself by remembering they have always lived their lives in emotional chaos, so why would it be different at the end of life? As a child and a young adult I carried the burden of my mother's needs and emotions, desperately wanting to finally uncover the deed that would make her happy. Then I had therapy. Now, the thing that aggravates and distresses me the most, is many of the problems could be solved by spending money, that they have. But they are saving everything to leave to my nephew. So frustrating.

Yesterday was lovely. Driving home, I ended up behind the UPS truck. It stopped at my house and delivered a dress I had ordered that I wasn't expecting until June. It was so pretty, and fit (!) so I wore it to dinner. The Italian restaurant was small and charming, with impeccable service and food. The musical we saw, We Shall Someday, (about the civil rights movement) was uneven, but this can be forgiven, because parts of the show were searing, moving, enlightening.

Tonight, we are seeing Don Giovanni at The Minnesota Opera.

I took my second shot of Wegovy on Thursday. Only noticeable side effect is mild constipation. But after some rather painful experiences post surgery, I'm paying good attention to not let it get out of hand. I've lost a few pounds, which I am told is good news, because the lowest dosage is not meant to be therapeutic. I definitely feel some appetite suppression. The other thing I've noticed, when I do still feel actual hunger, but I can ignore it easier. My stomach may be growling, but I can tell myself , you'll eat in an hour at lunch. I remember that after my sleeve, being able to tell myself, hunger is not an emergency. In the last years, it has been much harder to do that, leading me to believe that the ability to postpone eating has nothing to do with willpower, and everything to do with hormones.

It's interesting that you note the reduced urgency of eating. I find the same having cut most carbohydrates. I'm thinking it must be insulin related if I feel it on keto, you feel it on Wegovy/semaglutide which is a diabetes drug by design, and we all felt it after surgery, which is known to reverse Type 2 diabetes right after surgery. Interesting!

No pendulum swinging here! I hope you had a great hike and enjoyed your hiking company.

That Wegovy so intrigues me! And it really upsets me that Medicare won't even partially cover it though they would pay for WLS.

This is the last full day of our Honeymoon. We are moving from the condo we rented for 2 days to a hotel nearby for the night. The plan is to hang out at the fancy pool there for the afternoon and eat someplace nearby tonight. Tomorrow morning we fly from Maui to Honolulu to catch our 3 pm flight to Boston, arriving at 7 am on Monday. Exhaustion will be the key word early next week. But I can't wait to see my kids, SIL, and Justice!

Today is my youngest DD's 35th birthday. Hard to believe how quickly time passes. Have a safe Saturday!

Greetings all

It's a sunny Saturday now after a somewhat foggy morning. I had to get up early - ish for me and go to the studio to staff our seasonal pottery sale. We always have stuff to get rid of since our kilns hold as much as a large refrigerator and there are three of them fired each week. Lots of pots. So the sale was not all that busy and I was kind of cold outside but time went fast. We are also selling off lots of art books to make space.

A neighbor dog is barking its head off. Maybe it just seems worse than usual as the slider is open. DH has an electronic bark deterring device in the back yard but it must be low on charge. Of course, my perfect little dogs never bark.

CC you are rocking the low carb. It really is the way to go. Nice to hear your report that you are less hungry. Long ago in a galaxy far away I learned that lesson but have forgotten. And tell your hiking friend that more people might come at a less early hour. I guess it gets too hot later. Good that your painter knows to advise you on the reflective quality. Not all painters would.

Yep DD, elderly parents can be exasperating. Not spending money when they could afford it is common for depression era people. My mom sure did that. Crazy Pat would forget about large investment accounts she owned and bemoan the fact that she might have to sell her car which she had quit driving and which became inoperative.

I think I might venture out to the hippie health food store to buy some meats and veggies to cook in my new pan. I will not be taking my pendulum. Maybe one of those magic 8 balls instead! Lock me up if I ever forget how to select a cut of meat!!

Anybody ever drink kumbacha? It looks horrid but it's popular around here. Might come with a pendulum.

Cheers all. Diane S