I slept more than 24 hours in the past couple of days. To be fair, I’ve been running around quite a bit (for me) since Tim quit smoking. When he initially quits, he has to stay away from temptation. Which is most of the outside world. So I’ve been running any errands, including going to get food, for the past nine days. And it seems everything caught up with me this weekend.
I do feel better, if still a little sluggish, so let’s hope I got the worst of it.
As you know my mom’s here, which is why I’ve been watching Archer on Netflix instead of posting for you nice people.
In general, there’s not much to report. Mom’s been cooking, which has been lovely. She and I went to the store on Friday and stocked up on ingredients. So I had a grownup shopping cart for a change.
Normally, our trips to the store mean our cart generally contains frozen dinners, junk food, maybe some cheese and crackers, maybe some fruit and various other easy stuff. When I go to checkout, I’m surrounded by people with real carts: meat, vegetables and other components that mean full meals will be prepared and served. Ya know, like grownups.
In short, it was nice to pretend to be an adult for awhile.
Otherwise, things have been pretty low key. I took a stroll with her on Saturday for a total of about a mile. I need to get more active again. I haven’t worked out since before FinCon.
Despite her cooking, we’ve still had a couple of meals out. At least one trip to Cracker Barrel is always in order, since the chain has the bad taste not to have any up in Alaska. Then I was too tired for a grocery trip. Why do I mention this? Because she ended up getting a $5 meal at Dairy Queen, which includes a dessert. So she had a Blizzard in my general vicinity, and no one got hurt. I didn’t even wish her bodily harm.
I call that progress.
That said, I woke up Saturday reviewing all the things I couldn’t have. Donuts were high on the list, as were cinnamon bears for some reason. Peanut butter M&Ms also rank high. But I managed to pass by a Cinnabon store in the mall with a minimum of whimpering.
I know eventually I’ll crack, but I’m just trying to put it off as long as possible. But I still stay that pumpkin pie doesn’t count. Because… dammit… pumpkin pie.