Since circumstances prevented me from creating new memories, I thought I'd share a pic of me and My Grandma, The Queen (long live My Grandma, The Queen) from '93-ish. God, I miss her so much. And now, since The Actual Queen has too passed, there won't be a lot of reminders by way of media. I have two pieces of Grandma's clothing, and ironically, one of them is the baby blue jacket she had draped over her arm in this shot. Grandma was always and forever "chilly," and had either a sweater, or jacket on, no matter what time of year, and no matter where she was (Ohio, or Arizona). This was just a few months before I would meet the love of my forever. It was one of the best trips I ever got to take.
Given Sunday's lack of food consumption, I wasn't all too surprised at today's scale number. Tickled, yes. Surprised, no. I have no idea what tomorrow brings, so I'll take it for what it is, and keep moving forward.
It occurred to me this morning, some 38 minutes into a meeting (to which I contributed approximately nothing) that I spend a lot of time in meetings, contributing much of nothing. By the time the menfolk get done talking about the important details, there's not a whole lot of time or concern left for what I might have to say. I have to work on being more straightforward, and speaking up. However, as long as I keep doing what I do, and keep getting things done, I know the boss doesn't feel the need to micromanage what I do, or when I do it.
I also have to stop feeling somewhat guilty for not doing one scrap of work on a weekend (well, until about 11:00 last night because forgot to do it on Friday).
Meanwhile, one day removed from carbage, the energy was back this morning, even after the time changed. Up at 5:30. Did some work, did some writing, played some solitaire, mapped out my workday, did the dishes, cleaned the microwave, and started a roast in the slow cooker, all by 8:30 am. Go me. After that, I kind of fizzled for a while, had a meeting, and then tried to figure out what to do first from my To-Do list.
Then, this popped in my head:
I have no idea why. Probably because I was thinking about the two very hot stuntmen at Old Tucson, back in '93, that put on a show, complete with shootouts and whatnot. Bang, bang. Shoot 'em up.
Not gonna lie - not my most productive afternoon. The processes and procedures have changed, which mostly should relieve a lot of stress, but I still have to figure out how to deal with interruptions, so that I don't get completely waylaid and then lose track of what I was doing.
I did manage to get a load of clothes washed, and took a shower, after realizing that I completely screwed up the aforementioned roast because I failed to see or remove the meat pad from the bottom of the roast, and did not find it until some nine hours later, after it had virtually disintegrated. I don't care of the FDA says that it would be safe to eat if the meat pad did not fall apart, I still wouldn't have ate it, or fed it to anyone, and certainly not after finding it split apart. I was crushed. I don't think I have ever done that, and I sure as hell will NOT make that mistake ever again. Let this be a lesson - always check BOTH sides of your meat.
Now I'm off to go finish up some work and then hit that hay.
Day Eight Progress
Weight: 209What I ate:
- The morning coffee
- One Popcorners chip
- One scrap of Muenster cheese
- 3/4 of a Factor Keto Turkey Chili & Zucchini with Ancho Lime Crema meal and one whole chaffle
What they pretend it looks like
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What it really looks like
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How I revised it
- 14 grams of Spicy Dill Pickle almonds - because now I'm obsessed with measuring just how many I eat, AFTER I eat them
- The Afternoon Coffee
- Side salad with queso fresco, fried onions, and dump-ranch dressing, and a chaffle (see above)
- 15 grams of Spicy Dill Pickle almonds
82 Days to Goal
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