Hello lovelies. I assume none of you are watching Australia vs India in the cricket, but it is a big deal for some. There is always a match - or test, or test match, or something, you can tell what kind of lousy cricket fan I am - played here starting on Boxing Day and lasting for like 5 days or something. I dunno, but it is important to some people and the neighbours have been cheering off and on all afternoon. In other Boxing Day news, I did some online shopping - Boxing Day sales are a lot bigger than Black Friday here, and now that I have some income I bought some badly needed clothes. Nothing exciting, just undies, sweats, and pjs, but ok look if your clothes are worn out and don't fit and you're barely able to feed yourself, having enough money to buy new undies and sweats and pjs is actually pretty exciting. Am ending the year several kilos lighter than I started it, mostly due to stress but a little bit due to diet and medication changes, and I am not kidding when I say my pants were literally falling off me. They are in the garbage can now, along with a couple of items that had >6 holes and had become more or less see-through.
In other news, I survived Christmas without any meltdowns, which unexpected. I did, however, have some big struggle beforehand, and seem to be having a similar struggle after. Today is better than yesterday but yesterday was bad, so I think I am going to observe the weekend for once and check out. Need a break from putting out fires, thinking about things that bother me, and imagining all the ways life could go terribly wrong, so gonna try and do something relaxing and regroup. Thought the first order of business would be to cook dinner, so went to the kitchen and realised in order to cook dinner I would need to wash the dishes. So I picked up a jar and proceeded to spray myself with pickle juice. Then I put the jar down, changed my shirt, ate half a tin of sprats, and decided to write this here check in instead. Maybe you can tell by my choice of snacks that I have a terrible love for pickled vegetables and smoked meats. And cheese! These things go well with cheese. (They go well with rye bread too, but it looks like my days of eating that are well over.)
Anyway, after I get the dishes washed and dinner cooked I am planning on doing some exercise and reading. Haven't decided what this exercise will entail, but it will be something light. I feel like maybe some low impact cardio. I am juuuust getting back into regular exercise after another very extended break due to busted up knee(s), and the goal is to take things very conservatively and not reinjure myself.
Last thing, tomorrow is Pip's birthday. She will be 3 years old! Her "birthday" is the day she came into the shelter, meaning 1 year ago today she was a hungry, homeless, and very scared little girl. Breaks my heart thinking about it. I've tried talking to her about how much her life situation has changed this year but every time I bring it up she bites me.
Anyway, I'm hungry and these sprats aren't going to eat themselves. And the kitchen smells like pickles. Tell me about your day, your weekend plans, post some cat spam, hey you can even bring up Christmas if you like.
PPals the day after Boxing Day
Hello lovelies. I assume none of you are watching Australia vs India in the cricket, but it is a big deal for some. There is always a match - or test, or test match, or something, you can tell what kind of lousy cricket fan I am - played here starting on Boxing Day and lasting for like 5 days or something. I dunno, but it is important to some people and the neighbours have been cheering off and on all afternoon. In other Boxing Day news, I did some online shopping - Boxing Day sales are a lot bigger than Black Friday here, and now that I have some income I bought some badly needed clothes. Nothing exciting, just undies, sweats, and pjs, but ok look if your clothes are worn out and don't fit and you're barely able to feed yourself, having enough money to buy new undies and sweats and pjs is actually pretty exciting. Am ending the year several kilos lighter than I started it, mostly due to stress but a little bit due to diet and medication changes, and I am not kidding when I say my pants were literally falling off me. They are in the garbage can now, along with a couple of items that had >6 holes and had become more or less see-through.
In other news, I survived Christmas without any meltdowns, which unexpected. I did, however, have some big struggle beforehand, and seem to be having a similar struggle after. Today is better than yesterday but yesterday was bad, so I think I am going to observe the weekend for once and check out. Need a break from putting out fires, thinking about things that bother me, and imagining all the ways life could go terribly wrong, so gonna try and do something relaxing and regroup. Thought the first order of business would be to cook dinner, so went to the kitchen and realised in order to cook dinner I would need to wash the dishes. So I picked up a jar and proceeded to spray myself with pickle juice. Then I put the jar down, changed my shirt, ate half a tin of sprats, and decided to write this here check in instead. Maybe you can tell by my choice of snacks that I have a terrible love for pickled vegetables and smoked meats. And cheese! These things go well with cheese. (They go well with rye bread too, but it looks like my days of eating that are well over.)
Anyway, after I get the dishes washed and dinner cooked I am planning on doing some exercise and reading. Haven't decided what this exercise will entail, but it will be something light. I feel like maybe some low impact cardio. I am juuuust getting back into regular exercise after another very extended break due to busted up knee(s), and the goal is to take things very conservatively and not reinjure myself.
Last thing, tomorrow is Pip's birthday. She will be 3 years old! Her "birthday" is the day she came into the shelter, meaning 1 year ago today she was a hungry, homeless, and very scared little girl. Breaks my heart thinking about it. I've tried talking to her about how much her life situation has changed this year but every time I bring it up she bites me.
Anyway, I'm hungry and these sprats aren't going to eat themselves. And the kitchen smells like pickles. Tell me about your day, your weekend plans, post some cat spam, hey you can even bring up Christmas if you like.