A few years ago Tony and I saw a stand-up comic. He said he went to the doctor and found out he had diabetes. He called his mother and said “Momma, I have some bad news. I have diabetes.” The Mom reacted “What do you have?!”
He said “Momma, I gots the sugars!” And the Mom cried “Oh no!” Ever since then, Tony and I refer to my diabetes as “having the sugars.”
Yesterday I did more moving of boxes and files – for about an hour, hour and a half. Towards the end of my project I could feel some sweat start to bead on my temple. I thought “wow, I am really working hard!” Nope, my blood sugar was dropping. I checked it and it was 74. I ate an orange. That only got it up to 85, and I knew right then that I wasn’t going to be able to go the the gym.
I had a delicious breakfast though – hot coffee in on the left, green monster on the right. Can you see the snow? We got our first dusting of snow yesterday – we might have 1/2 an inch maybe?
I ended up having leftover tacos for lunch – although I have to say, not a huge fan of corn tortillas when they aren’t fried. I ended up eating the insides because the corn tortillas were too dry – even doused in Tabasco!
What you don’t see in this picture? All the fricken tortilla chips I ate. I had the bag on my desk and kept reaching my hand in the bag, scooping up some rice, putting hot sauce on it and repeat – about a dozen times. Gah! When will I learn that salty snacks are my kryptonite?!
When Tony bought chicken breasts for me last week, I portioned them out in 1/2 chicken breast sizes – Tony and I are now splitting a serving of meat that I would have made for both of us. I cut this breast in half. Dipped it in egg whites, some seasoned bread crumbs and grated parmesan cheese, then Pam/1 pat of butter fried it. Tony had buttered noodles on the side (lately he’s had an aversion to red sauce – wtf?!) I had pasta sauce and spinach mixed with my noodles.
I loved reading about some songs that get you pumped up in yesterday’s post – several of them I’ve never heard of before. But Jenn talked about a song that I actually was going to mention today – it’s completely crazy that I like this song, but I do. Maybe because I am a thrift store whore? I actually can’t remember the last time I bought any piece of clothing retail.
Can you shop at thrift stores, or are you like Tony and think all the clothes have been peed on, and donated after people die?
Be careful – there is bad language in this song – so Aimee, tell Carlos to go in the other room please.
I have a spinach and goat cheese quiche in the oven – I ended up using plain Greek yogurt in it – I’ll let you know tomorrow if it turns out!
Make it a great day! It’s going to be fucking awesome. (I promise you’ll be singing that song above all day!) You’re welcome.