I have my dough chilling at the moment, I have to decide on a cookie cutter. Usually we do unhinged snowmen – at least in the past. I was thinking stars maybe this year or something different. Unicorns? I don’t know, I have a wide selection of cookie cutters. Last year I sent some cookies to my Dad, I was concerned about that – but glad I did I guess. He said they were tasty.
That’s Sandy the mule deer looking in the window at me. Both Sandy and her sister Sarah are around still – twins, but Sarah looks goofy in the face. Mule deer have little territories so we often see the same deer.
The Big Storm
We’re having a big blow here, and it’s very very cold. 28 degrees f. Windchill colder. We’re supposed to get ice later and maybe snow. I don’t know. I did prepare this time though — we prep’d the faucets outdoors, I covered the baby maple trees and my rose bush. Been kinda a quiet day.
I took the day off of exercise, but I’ve done double workouts for four days straight for the most part, and that’s hour on the bike and an hour of elliptical and nothing about the workouts are easy – I’m trying to push it, but haven’t done much recovery. So today I mixed up some cookies. I can’t digest fat — like at all, so first thing I keep licking the beater and gave myself a stomach ache.
Been avoiding fat and steadily dropping weight. Not so much pain and all that bullshit.
I had a full fucking week of seizure activity and I’m wiped out. I worked out and tried to keep going but fuck me, I don’t recall much about the week.
I’ve been imagining running through St. Helen’s lunar landscape etc. but part of me is like….yeah and if you have seizure activity? well fuck… I don’t know, do it anyway just hope you don’t get disoriented and wander off, cause’ I’ve done that before, just not at Helen’s in a dangerous landscape.
My mile time is slow.
My toes have arthritis, and a skin condition.
I’m almost 50.
So what I’m trying to do is crank up my mile time to as fast as possible. Cross train my legs, build a hell of a powerful strong engine that will eat hills. Train my hips because they usually get all kinds of fucked up when I run and HURT. Stop eating and drop weight. So I eat a bit here and there but no meals until 5pm. Surprisingly effective.
But I have a lot to drop, and as an old girl — that doesn’t want to happen with my hormones and health. I need to get my feet into an epsom salt solution a few days a week and walk barefoot.
So anyway, got a plan, working a plan, but everything else is fucking upside down because I have no energy. I think my thyroid is just giving up on my dumb ass.
Anyway….I’ll post back in next week, after xmas and all that – cheers
