Day Seventy-Two
I had forgotten there was going to be a "linger longer" after church today, and I had not brought something to share. I knew there would be tempting sights, and I doubted there would be anything I could really eat, anyway, so I didn't even go.
Instead, I came home and finished the rest of the taco cauliflower bake that I had had half of for lunch. This was possibly more than I needed to eat, but I made up for it by having barely any dinner, and only two cherries later, at my brother's house, where the good kind of candy-coated animal crackers and vanilla sandwich cookies were served. Once, in college, I had bought myself a bag of those Grandma's cookies, and made myself sick eating most of them that same evening, so I reminded myself of that instead of how good they taste.
For our gospel study time, I made some sugarless cheesecake pudding and topped it with no-sugar-added cherry pie filling. This met with everyone's approval and did not taste, as one son put it, like it came from the "keto cookbook."
I made chipotle tacos, which is ground beef cooked with onion and cabbage, and chipotle peppers and tomato sauce, for dinner. I filled my shell with very little filling. I really wasn't hungry. I also made a salad with cottage cheese, green onions, and radishes. My family called this "honeymoon salad," because my parents apparently invented it on their honeymoon. Which gives me pause every time I make it now, to wonder what kind of honeymoon they had. They obviously were not on a cruise.
I used to usually bring the chocolate chip cookies I am famous for to my brother's monthly gathering, but I really don't want to face that temptation at all. My daughter put some of the new cherries I'd bought yesterday into an attractive bowl, and that was our offering. The bowl was empty when we left two hours later, so it was not unwelcome. I had had two.
There was some stress in the evening when I was frantically trying to get dinner on the table and feed my husband something else (I had forgotten that meal was too spicy for him) as he got ready to leave for work. My daughter had decided that was the time to clean out the fridge, and one son was being feisty in relation to others, and I was worried about meeting all my family's demands in the time frame and keeping the peace. As we were heading out the door, I found out one son needed a ride home from work that I would not be able to give him. Between all of these things and negotiating the social part of the visit, I developed an extreme case of tense shoulders and neck that made it so I couldn't even turn my head by the time I was going to bed. I had no other means of relief, so I took a muscle relaxer, even though that might impact my ability to work out in the early morning.
My daughter asked me about my stressed reaction to not being able to see her brother safely home, as, surely, he had other options, and I tried to verbalize it to her, because she seemed to think I was a little bit crazy about it. I said I feel bad whenever I think that my children might have to go through some extreme hardship, like walking the Plains. That gave us a laugh, but it was pretty close to my truth.
Walking up the stairs to church had made my right knee feel wonky. That never happens, but it continued to feel pained, so I ended up wrapping it for half the day. This is likely the result of working out harder than I had been used to for two weeks yesterday. My silly body--if it's not one thing, it's another.
Instead, I came home and finished the rest of the taco cauliflower bake that I had had half of for lunch. This was possibly more than I needed to eat, but I made up for it by having barely any dinner, and only two cherries later, at my brother's house, where the good kind of candy-coated animal crackers and vanilla sandwich cookies were served. Once, in college, I had bought myself a bag of those Grandma's cookies, and made myself sick eating most of them that same evening, so I reminded myself of that instead of how good they taste.
For our gospel study time, I made some sugarless cheesecake pudding and topped it with no-sugar-added cherry pie filling. This met with everyone's approval and did not taste, as one son put it, like it came from the "keto cookbook."
I made chipotle tacos, which is ground beef cooked with onion and cabbage, and chipotle peppers and tomato sauce, for dinner. I filled my shell with very little filling. I really wasn't hungry. I also made a salad with cottage cheese, green onions, and radishes. My family called this "honeymoon salad," because my parents apparently invented it on their honeymoon. Which gives me pause every time I make it now, to wonder what kind of honeymoon they had. They obviously were not on a cruise.
I used to usually bring the chocolate chip cookies I am famous for to my brother's monthly gathering, but I really don't want to face that temptation at all. My daughter put some of the new cherries I'd bought yesterday into an attractive bowl, and that was our offering. The bowl was empty when we left two hours later, so it was not unwelcome. I had had two.
There was some stress in the evening when I was frantically trying to get dinner on the table and feed my husband something else (I had forgotten that meal was too spicy for him) as he got ready to leave for work. My daughter had decided that was the time to clean out the fridge, and one son was being feisty in relation to others, and I was worried about meeting all my family's demands in the time frame and keeping the peace. As we were heading out the door, I found out one son needed a ride home from work that I would not be able to give him. Between all of these things and negotiating the social part of the visit, I developed an extreme case of tense shoulders and neck that made it so I couldn't even turn my head by the time I was going to bed. I had no other means of relief, so I took a muscle relaxer, even though that might impact my ability to work out in the early morning.
My daughter asked me about my stressed reaction to not being able to see her brother safely home, as, surely, he had other options, and I tried to verbalize it to her, because she seemed to think I was a little bit crazy about it. I said I feel bad whenever I think that my children might have to go through some extreme hardship, like walking the Plains. That gave us a laugh, but it was pretty close to my truth.
Walking up the stairs to church had made my right knee feel wonky. That never happens, but it continued to feel pained, so I ended up wrapping it for half the day. This is likely the result of working out harder than I had been used to for two weeks yesterday. My silly body--if it's not one thing, it's another.
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