It has been one busy holiday season! I planned to post one day this past week, but I got mired down between work, physical therapy, and the blahs from not getting enough sleep. As for Christmas, my family and I celebrated on Christmas Eve. I got off that morning, came home and cleaned the kitchen, then fell into bed. I woke up at 2:30, and we ate at 5:30 when my daughter got home. Then we opened gifts and everyone went to their "place" in the house to enjoy their presents. It was a fairly silent night. Except for the sound of my husband trying to figure out his new toy, a cheaper model drone.
I got several very nice gifts from my family, but my hands down favorite has got to be the Instant Pot my mom ordered me. She didn't order me any ol' Instant Pot, either. She got me the Instant Pot Ultra 10-in-1 6 quart. Nice! That's top of the line. I would have been happier with an earlier generation, but she said she wanted to be sure mine did everything available. I love my mom. She spoils me rotten. In any case, until tonight, it's been sitting on my counter top like an alien space craft, while I chewed my lip trying to figure out what I was going to put into it first. Right now, it's pressure cooking in "soup" mode. I decided to try Low Carb Chicken Fajita Soup first. (For a little crispy treat on the side I am also making cheddar cheese crisps.) I also bought Greek yogurt, a thermometer, and some cheesecloth so I can start making my own yogurt. Having decided to transition to Atkins Phase 2, I can have it now! My mom is also on a very heavy course of antibiotics and I am worried about her good gut bacteria dying off, so she'll need it. I'll be making the yogurt tomorrow or New Year's day.
As my shoulder has been healing, I have looked around my house and been very unhappy. Messy is an understatement. There is not one clean surface in my house. Everywhere I look makes me cringe. I am making an attempt to fix that as of tonight. It was completely apparent I needed to do something, because while trying to be helpful the other day, my husband decided to put some of the clean dishes up. The plastic and glass containers I use for food storage were just shoved any-old-where. It was disconcerting to say the least and extremely annoying to try to find them. I needed something to help me organize my stuff!
We ran to Walmart tonight to do some grocery shopping and I grabbed a plastic set of drawers with castor wheels. I have not gotten far yet, but I have started to put my containers into the drawers. I just sent hubby back to Walmart to buy me a second set of drawers, because we're gonna need them. I'll use the bottom drawers for the heavier items, like glass storage containers, plastic wrap, foil, and storage bags, and the top for my most often used containers. Which brings me to the realization that I am either horribly organized (actually, I am), or I am a hoarder (possibly?), or I am most possibly both.
I realized I have enough plastic storage stuff for three whole families. I kid you not. And in the trunk of my car sits two more whole sets of containers in their nifty clear totes. WHY did I buy so much? Because I had no idea I already had so much! Now my husband is picking on me, and my mom is in on it, too. Talk about nutty. I can't believe how much stuff I have! I am tempted to haul the new ones in my trunk to Salvation Army. In fact, I may just do that on my next "long" stretch of days off.
I did well over the holidays on my diet. I did have a couple of bites of my daughter's birthday cake, but only because it was so exotic. We ate at Rioz for her birthday, and in true to turning 21, she decided to have her first real drink. They surprised us by singing Happy Birthday to her and bringing her a slice of the most delicious ice cream cake I have ever tasted. Or maybe I was craving the sugar badly. Whatever the case, I allowed myself two small bites. I didn't even let myself feel guilty. I did well for the rest of the holiday, turning down all of the holiday goodies. Even our supervisor has stopped offering me candy, though she does occasionally bring me something sugar-free. I have made it well known that I am on a diet to encourage people to keep me on the straight and narrow.
The problem is, I found my kryptonite the day after Christmas. Insidious, sweet, puffy pieces of fried dough covered in a sweet glaze. Krispy Kreme donuts. Dangit. Someone brought a box to work and I could not help myself. I had a donut. I felt so guilty. Then I reminded myself that any other night, I wouldn't have stopped at one. Therefore, the self flagellation only lasted a few minutes. I decided that one donut was not going to break my diet and jumped right back in the saddle.
In any case, I'll be cleaning off and on for the next couple of days. More off than on I am sure, but anything has got to be better than what my home looks like now. If I get it all done, I will be more than elated. If not, I'll do what I can and pick away at it over the next few weeks. Time to start a donation box, I think...
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