Dialann - schedules
I have to get to sleep on time tonight. I meant to go to bed early last night, but I was only a few knit rows away from finishing the tunic I've been working on for too long and I wanted to finish it. (It's done.) I watched ... something ... on tv. What was it? Thoroughly forgettable - which is par for the course when I'm knitting - it's only something to keep me sitting while I'm working. Then I went hunting for something else to watch and found The Lost Kingdom - an under-appreciated Jackie Chan and Jet Li flick. M and I saw it in the theatre and found it good, so I called him down to share my discover and we watched it. It went off around 11:30, but it was worth it. It's a trip to see Jet Li acting so carefree and puckish. He's a good Monkey King - perhaps better than Jackie would have been, even though that's what *I* had expected when first going in.
It's strange that I did NOT watch Blow Dry (again) last night, but I just wasn't up for it. Natasha Richardson breaks my heart.
Anyway, I woke this morning shortly before 7, I must get up around 5 tomorrow as I am subbing at the school - special ed substitute with signing (I'll be watching a lot of Deaf Mosaic today to prepare). Today, my plan is to go out to the grocery store for distilled water, apple juice and bananas.
[diet stuff]And, fwiw, if I'm doing a "days since I last ate candy" count, then it's actually 26 days since I rec'd the diagnosis and stopped. 25 days since my beloved husband gave me a box of Godiva chocolates and 21 days since that box was opened (he selected the chocolate caramel, I didn't take anything).
In the past 26 days, I've lost between 8 and 10 pounds (I haven't weighed myself yet this morning, but it was 9 pounds yestermorn). I'll grant you, that doesn't seem like much, but it is about 2 pounds a week (the recommended loss rate) and it's not like I'm torturing myself in order to lose.
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< musing > I expected to be having candy cravings, but I suspect that I will have far more trouble with rice. Apparently, rice is as bad for me as candy, in terms of physical reactions to eating it, but rice is my comfort food for as long as I can remember.< /musing >
It's strange that I did NOT watch Blow Dry (again) last night, but I just wasn't up for it. Natasha Richardson breaks my heart.
Anyway, I woke this morning shortly before 7, I must get up around 5 tomorrow as I am subbing at the school - special ed substitute with signing (I'll be watching a lot of Deaf Mosaic today to prepare). Today, my plan is to go out to the grocery store for distilled water, apple juice and bananas.
[diet stuff]And, fwiw, if I'm doing a "days since I last ate candy" count, then it's actually 26 days since I rec'd the diagnosis and stopped. 25 days since my beloved husband gave me a box of Godiva chocolates and 21 days since that box was opened (he selected the chocolate caramel, I didn't take anything).
In the past 26 days, I've lost between 8 and 10 pounds (I haven't weighed myself yet this morning, but it was 9 pounds yestermorn). I'll grant you, that doesn't seem like much, but it is about 2 pounds a week (the recommended loss rate) and it's not like I'm torturing myself in order to lose.
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< musing > I expected to be having candy cravings, but I suspect that I will have far more trouble with rice. Apparently, rice is as bad for me as candy, in terms of physical reactions to eating it, but rice is my comfort food for as long as I can remember.< /musing >