Baby Got the Benders

For the record, I have never, nor am I now referring to myself as "Baby." I just liked the title.  

Sometimes, you just go off the rails completely. I did, for most of this week, and I still am, today. 

The whole Furnace-Fiasco 2023 really got to me yesterday. We woke up to a balmy 58F in the living room, and surrounding areas. No matter what I tried, I could not get the furnace to light and provide heat. It just kept serving up cold air. Yay. We had a whole-room space heater that used to kick ass. We dug it out, and it did pretty much nothing. Maybe added one or two degrees of heat. The smaller oscillating unit did more than the whole-room unit. WTF. 

Instead of sitting here wallowing in frigidity, we got ready and left for parts unknown ... Not really, we knew exactly where we were going. We went to a pizza place in Fort Wayne, Alto Grado ... 

Because they have a S'Mores pizza. They do. We et it. Plus, my Beloved loves their actual pizza. So, we carbed up. Already knowing I've got some changes to re-make, we then went to the store, found a very reasonably priced 1500-watt space heater, and achieved mostly healthy foodstuffs for the week ahead. Not gonna lie. I also achieved snacks because I know that this weekend is a free-for-all. It leaves the popular "Cheat Day" in the proverbial and literal dust. 

Sugar, Paczkis, more sugar, Sun Chips, bread ... Yeah. I told you I went off the rails. 

As if I needed a sign, this showed up in my FB feed this morning ... 

I'm going to stop talking about the furnace until we have arrived at a solution. There's just no point. We have enough heat and everything else is working fine. No sense beating a dead heating element. 

Back to re-adjusting my mindset. There's no logic behind blaming stress, or schedule changes, or workloads or anything else. It's up to me to do the things that will make me NOT feel like I'm feeling today. I've got Carb Face in full effect: 

The underworked legs feel like sausage rolls. The aches, and assorted pains are back ... Blah, blah, self-inflicted blah. 

I don't believe I'm going whole-hog keto, but definitely back on the low-carb train car, with more vegetation, whole proteins (chicken, bacon, etc.) and far, far, FAR less of the processed foods. 

We're having sausage and pepper sandwiches at some point, today, to mark the current Derailment session, and tomorrow morning, I look forward to a lot of trips to the bathroom, and a lot of water consumption, and the like. 

I'm not beating myself up about it, honestly. Shit happens. I had enough, and the way I dealt with it was via foodstuffs that make me feel like even more shit than I felt previously. Fuck it. I know I found some pounds previously lost, and I know they'll get lost again. 

I'm looking forward to a new week, mentally. Whatever happens, happens. C'est la vie and all that fun stuff. 

I hope you have a good week! Happy Sundaying!