This time of the morning is about the only time I don't sweat. I haven't sweated this much in DECADES. The heat here may be "dry" but I am not.
And also, for anyone who ever made fun of me wearing all black in the summer, or long sleeves and pants? HA ... I can't tell you how many people I've seen wearing all black, OR the number of individuals, especially landscapers, that wear long sleeves, long pants, and head wraps (I don't know the technical term, but their heads and faces are completely covered, except eyes, pretty much), etc.
Thus far, if trying to avoid the heat, like yesterday's 113F, we run the AC way too low, and all the available ceiling fans, along with box fans in the garage when we're partaking in our nasty habit of smoking. Following the lead of neighbors, we had a ceiling fan added to our back patio, as well.
THIS because, in addition to improving my sweating skillz, I seem to be highly attractive to these little menaces from hell called "no-see-ums."
WHAT in the HOLY FUCK? I have never been bitten so much in my life, and if you think mosquito bites itch? PUH-LEASE ...
Thing is, you don't feel it when it happens, but soon after you just start itching horrendously, and if you touch them, you itch even more, to the point where scraping your skin off with a dull steak knife would feel pleasant.
This is what the bites look like:
I actually think it started when we were held up in Shamrock, TX, on the way here, but then once we landed here, and I decided I could landscape on my own, I must've released the tiny Krakenii, and all hell broke loose on my skin. I've had bites on my arms, legs, back, sides, and even once on my forehead.
After the worst bout, I counted nearly 70 bites all over my person. 70 bites' worth of itch is almost more than my psyche can handle. I took Benadryl pills, covered myself in anti-itch spray, and hydrocortisone cream, and went to bed.
The Theys say NOT to scratch, because then you just get open wounds and are a prime target for infections. Fuck that. So, me, I did not scratch but a few (meaning like only twice). For the size of the offending beast, the size of the bite is probably 50x bigger. It's absolutely insane. They also take forever to fade.
Knock on wood, with the implementation of keto, cutting out all the sugars and breads, and snacky snax, and wearing natural and not-natural repellents, along with a tiny bug zapper or two, and the running of the fans, the frequency of bites seems to be diminishing.
BLESSED BE THE FRUIT!!!
Speaking of handmaids, did you watch Handmaids? If so, how did YOU feel about the series finale?
Personally, it felt rushed, and lame. Most of the last season, except for the phenomenal parts, just felt like they had renamed the series to "June's Face." This week on June's Face, we see up her nose. Next week on June's Face, we get a side view of her eyeball ... On and on.
Oh well.
This morning, we went on our second walkabout. We got a late start, and the sun was already up over the houses, so it was a much shorter stint. This also serves as landscaping research. There are so many different ways people adorn their front yards here. It's all very cool!!!
Also, clearly, going south provides a MUCH better view of the Catalinas when going back north :) It was absolutely stunning! I will definitely be taking my phone on walks soon, so I can prove it pictorially. (<---did not know if that was a word or not, but spellcheck seemed to approve :D)
As for keto, day five, and all is going fairly smoothly. After consumption and thought, I know that a few things will NOT make regular appearances on the menu: anything with almond flour, like those keto crackers, and a whole lotta NUTS ... I know better. No matter how much I love them, they do not love me. They make me bloat, and they are inflammatory. Bummer, but it tis what it tis.
I did find SLICED chorizo, so I had that last night for a snackity snack. Not too shabby.
No weigh in today - my scale is stupid, and I need a new one, and therefore, probably won't be much to report on that front til next week.
This is my first "week" without iced tea. Just been having coffee and water with lemon, or just water, and a magical metric fuckton of chewy ice.
I'll be making my snausage-and-egg "casserole" this morning. I had made the Buffalo chicken dip, and had that for at least five meals this week with either a salad, or Caprese salad (mozzarella (real) and tomatoes with basil, balsamic vinegar, etc.).
Let's move on to other goals. I loved having this face:
She wasn't the happiest person back then (2017-2018), but she did love her face and was learning to love herself more and more.
Today, she is giving blowfish vibes:
I accept that I am now in the aging phase of life, and I am not one of those women who will be partaking in fillers, Botox, or facelifts, so I wholeheartedly embrace the appearance of lines and wrinklies. However, I know I enjoy looking in the mirror much more when my facial region is not carrying a bunch of excess puffage.
So, with time, and persistence, I will get to a place where my face looks better to ME. Other than that, the goal is to keep improving, and make sure I have no need for doctors, or pharmaceutical measures. That's about it ... Oh, and to get in good enough shape to walk in the mountains without struggling. NO, I'm not going HIKING, but I do at least want to go up to Sabino Canyon and hang out.
I will get there. Just watch.
Happy Friday. Off I go.
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