A Day in the Life Of....

Once again Roxy is forcing me to acknowledge her presence in my life by more than the usual pats on the head and morning cuddles.

She's been suffering from, I'll be polite here and say...digestive upsets. Tuesday morning found me manning the steam cleaner for about half an hour scrubbing away at my bedroom carpet. Yesterday was a repeat of Tuesday. Poor thing, I'm not faulting her, but I can't figure out what the problem is. She only gets dry kibble, the same thing she's eaten for months. She hasn't been acting sick. Her nose is cool and wet. I notice that when she shoves it in the crook of my knee when I'm least expecting it.

Last night, I dosed her with yogurt and activated charcoal. It seemed to help. I didn't have to clean the carpet this morning. Let's hope the trend continues.

Last night was Stitching for Sanity at the local library. We had the meeting room so we didn't get "shushed" by the librarian. There were plenty of sweets to go around Doug brought macaroons, Marilyn brought mini muffins and I think she was the one who brought the donut holes as well. It was a veritible minefield of empty calories. :-)

I hadn't been for three weeks and everyone has moved on to new and exciting projects...everyone but me. I'm still working on the half-clap. I may have to set that aside for a while and get working on the real one for my VIP, if I'm going to have it completed by the end of July.

I've also been busy with a writing class. This is an eight week long series for advanced writers and it's being taught by a gal I've known since I moved to Georgia. She's had 5 plays produced and has written something like 48 novels.

The recovery is going....not smooth, not 100% on target, but it's going. I've had a couple of minor blips but for the most part, my eating habits have reverted back to the normal healthy ones I had before. Not craving sugar and sweets like a junkie craves a fix and that's a blessing in itself. Hubby has even said he's feeling better not eating a heavy meal at night. I about jumped for joy when he said that. I've been set free from the kitchen!!! No longer must I weep and wail and gnash my teeth about what to fix for supper every night. A sandwich, a bowl of soup or a salad will suffice nicely.

Recovery

Mondays are always a good day to start something new. Since I've been on a junk food binge, lo, these many weeks, I thought I'd do something positive to start the week and do a "detox".

My "breakfast" this morning consisted of a lemon and an orange, a good sized sprig of parsley, 1 oz of olive oil, ginger, cayenne, black pepper and cinnamon all whizzed up in the blender. I followed that with a glass of lemon/cinnamon water.

My meals will consist of large salads with 4 oz. of protein and a dressing made of garlic, olive oil and lemon juice.

I get to snack on carrot and celery sticks.

Whoo-hoo.

I figure if I can stick to this for a week, I'll be doing good. You're supposed to do it for 10 days.

If I survive the first week, I'll do a second week before my birthday in June.

And for some reason, I woke up yesterday feeling "whiplashed". Don't know where that came from. No recent car accidents (other than Dear Cousin whacking a deer while I was a passenger in the vehicle). Anyway, since I already possess the pills the doc would shove at me for the problem, I'm just taking care of it on my own.

So, right now, I'm in recovery mode.

The weather has been so gorgeous the past week or so, that I'm almost afraid of what our summer will be like....

The word sweltering comes to mind.

Speaking of the weather, it's been great for plants. My hostas are up with leaves unfurled and the babies I adopted from Cousin Jon are all growing nicely. One little veronica plant even has flowers.

Now, I just need to get my raised beds built for the tomatoes and peppers.