This morning for breakfast I had a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, a sliced up banana and a cup of milk.
At lunch I had a peanut butter sandwich on cracked wheat bread and an apple, then walked by myself around the circuit Melissa and I normally walk when she's in. (She has food poisoning, and sounds like she wants to die...) The peanut butter is good, but I skipped the drizzle of honey this time, and I think I might add it back. There is no sugar in the peanut butter I'm using, and the sandwich was a little dry.
The receptionist in our building turned 20 today, and they offered me a slice of ice cream cake, but I said no. In the break room, they have cupcakes and blueberry scones. I'll be staying out of there...
I had boysenberry yogurt for my afternoon snack.
For dinner, I had leftover tofu stirfry from last night. Then I had about 1/2 cup of cashews while I was reading...Gotta work on the late night snacking...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
What I ate today
So the tone of this blog is about to change...
My hubby and I have been trying to have a baby for almost three years now. We were referred to a fertility clinic two weeks ago.
I have PCOS, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I'm having that diagnosis confirmed, but I'm 99% sure.
I met my doctor 2 weeks ago. The nurses were very nice, but they had to call the nurse practitioner to find a vein to take a blood sample.
They were testing to see if my cycle was coming. They found a cyst on my ovary that they figured had recently released an egg. It wasn't.
I was put on Provera, and my cycle showed up on Friday night. Joy.
Also, last week, I met with a nutritionist, and I'm learning to eat a diabetic diet.
I'm making small changes, and hopefully, I can get a little healthier.
I am writing down what I eat via this blog. Today is my first day to write what I've eaten.
Maybe it's a bad day to do that...because today I had a two hour glucose test.
I showed up at the clinic a few minutes early, and waited for the office to open. The nurse took me back immediately and they started pressing on my inner elbows and wrists to find a good vein. After 20 minutes of digging with the needle, they took one vial from my hand with a syringe. But they needed two vials, so they referred me to a lab.
I didn't get into the room at the lab until 5 minutes before I was supposed to be taking the second blood draw...Did I mention this is a fasting test? Yes, no breakfast, and now it's 9:00.
So they make me run my hands under hot water and pull out two vials of blood. Then they give me a super-sweet orange soda, and I had to wait two hours and have more blood taken out.
After the second blood draw, I ate a beef soft taco from Taco time. With mexi fries and a diet coke.
I had four donut holes as a snack at 4:00. And an apple after our staff meeting at 2:30.
For dinner, I made a tofu stir fry.
After dinner, I had a half a slice of chocolate cake from Whole Foods.
The cake was really good but way too sweet.
My hubby and I have been trying to have a baby for almost three years now. We were referred to a fertility clinic two weeks ago.
I have PCOS, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I'm having that diagnosis confirmed, but I'm 99% sure.
I met my doctor 2 weeks ago. The nurses were very nice, but they had to call the nurse practitioner to find a vein to take a blood sample.
They were testing to see if my cycle was coming. They found a cyst on my ovary that they figured had recently released an egg. It wasn't.
I was put on Provera, and my cycle showed up on Friday night. Joy.
Also, last week, I met with a nutritionist, and I'm learning to eat a diabetic diet.
I'm making small changes, and hopefully, I can get a little healthier.
I am writing down what I eat via this blog. Today is my first day to write what I've eaten.
Maybe it's a bad day to do that...because today I had a two hour glucose test.
I showed up at the clinic a few minutes early, and waited for the office to open. The nurse took me back immediately and they started pressing on my inner elbows and wrists to find a good vein. After 20 minutes of digging with the needle, they took one vial from my hand with a syringe. But they needed two vials, so they referred me to a lab.
I didn't get into the room at the lab until 5 minutes before I was supposed to be taking the second blood draw...Did I mention this is a fasting test? Yes, no breakfast, and now it's 9:00.
So they make me run my hands under hot water and pull out two vials of blood. Then they give me a super-sweet orange soda, and I had to wait two hours and have more blood taken out.
After the second blood draw, I ate a beef soft taco from Taco time. With mexi fries and a diet coke.
I had four donut holes as a snack at 4:00. And an apple after our staff meeting at 2:30.
For dinner, I made a tofu stir fry.
After dinner, I had a half a slice of chocolate cake from Whole Foods.
The cake was really good but way too sweet.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Christmas Observations
This Christmas, my husband and I discovered several things:
1. Our youngest dog, Bubbles, does not like my father and barks at him whenever he walks/stands/sits/breathes, when he speaks or if she looks his direction.
2. The Marines taught my middle brother about Honor, Courage and Commitment, but apparently not about keeping your room clean and offering to help out with dishes when you stay at your sister's place for a month, or how to stay away from toxic ex-girlfriends.
3. We miss our friends and family in California.
4. Giving truly is the best part of Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I love the gifts I got for Christmas. I asked my husband for socks and he delivered! He also bought me a great purse by Baggallini and a hat, scarf and glove set that will look good with my burgundy wool coat. But I really surprised him with a gift that he really wanted. That is the best feeling!
There were a few dark spots on the holiday.
We went to my Grandmother's on Christmas Day and gave her presents. She did not remember that it was Christmas and kept asking how long my husband and I would be in town. (We moved back here in February, but she thinks we still live in California.) We left rather abruptly because I was no longer going to be able to keep the sobs from coming. She later called my mother and said that she was pleasantly surprised by the gifts that suddenly appeared in her apartment when she returned from dinner with my uncle.
I won't go into details, but my youngest brother is mad at my parents for making him be responsible, so he decided not to tell them he and his wife are having a baby. But he put it up on Myspace, and made my younger sister one of his friends...He heads to Iraq in February with the Marines. Maybe he'll get a clue.
My best friend discovered she has cancer. She starts chemo next week. She has a good prognosis and is very upbeat. She has a good network of support around her too. She told me last night that she's at peace about the whole thing. I told her maybe she will be a true blonde when her hair grows back! Thank God her sense of humor is still intact!
But now, it's a new year, and I have resolutions to keep:
1. Eat healthy.
2. Clean all the junk out of our apartment
3. Finish our Scrapbook.
That's enough to be getting on with. We'll see at the end of the year how I did!
1. Our youngest dog, Bubbles, does not like my father and barks at him whenever he walks/stands/sits/breathes, when he speaks or if she looks his direction.
2. The Marines taught my middle brother about Honor, Courage and Commitment, but apparently not about keeping your room clean and offering to help out with dishes when you stay at your sister's place for a month, or how to stay away from toxic ex-girlfriends.
3. We miss our friends and family in California.
4. Giving truly is the best part of Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I love the gifts I got for Christmas. I asked my husband for socks and he delivered! He also bought me a great purse by Baggallini and a hat, scarf and glove set that will look good with my burgundy wool coat. But I really surprised him with a gift that he really wanted. That is the best feeling!
There were a few dark spots on the holiday.
We went to my Grandmother's on Christmas Day and gave her presents. She did not remember that it was Christmas and kept asking how long my husband and I would be in town. (We moved back here in February, but she thinks we still live in California.) We left rather abruptly because I was no longer going to be able to keep the sobs from coming. She later called my mother and said that she was pleasantly surprised by the gifts that suddenly appeared in her apartment when she returned from dinner with my uncle.
I won't go into details, but my youngest brother is mad at my parents for making him be responsible, so he decided not to tell them he and his wife are having a baby. But he put it up on Myspace, and made my younger sister one of his friends...He heads to Iraq in February with the Marines. Maybe he'll get a clue.
My best friend discovered she has cancer. She starts chemo next week. She has a good prognosis and is very upbeat. She has a good network of support around her too. She told me last night that she's at peace about the whole thing. I told her maybe she will be a true blonde when her hair grows back! Thank God her sense of humor is still intact!
But now, it's a new year, and I have resolutions to keep:
1. Eat healthy.
2. Clean all the junk out of our apartment
3. Finish our Scrapbook.
That's enough to be getting on with. We'll see at the end of the year how I did!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Jello
Julie and her sister Glory met in the entrance to their Grandmother's Assisted Living Facility promptly at 1pm on Saturday. It was time for their weekly visit with their favorite maternal grandmother.
Julie noticed that Glory had gotten a new purse since last week. She loved her little sister's sense of style, and wondered if she could find the same purse at Target. (She inherited her grandma's aversion to paying more than $20 for a purse.)
The elevator to the 6th floor felt as rickety and worn down as some of the residents who passed quietly through the halls, clutching walkers and canes and talking quietly to themselves. The sisters shared worried looks. The elevator managed to glide smoothly to a stop on her floor.
"Right on time" exclaimed Benita Torkelson, grandma's next door neighbor, as she stepped out into the hall. She had her cloth shopping bags in hand, and was struggling to find her keys in her gigantic purse. She was a shrewd, spry little woman, and Glory and Julie towered over her. She moved in to her apartment the same day as Grandma, and the two had become fast friends. "Jane just got back from the mall!"
Glory took Benita's purse and quickly located her keys for her and locked her door. She smiled warmly at the small woman, who chuckled softly and snatched her purse back. "Benny, how do you ever find anything in that old carpet bag of yours?"
Benny winked at her and started down the hall. "Magic, my girl. Have a good visit!"
Julie knocked on Grandma's door. She heard a voice, and the sound of a cane and heavy footsteps nearing the door. "Who is it?" a voice queried from behind the lock.
Julie and Glory answered "It's Julie and Glory. Let us in" in unison.
Slowly, they heard the sound of several bolts, chains and locks being opened, and the door cracked open.
Grandma peeked out, and having satisfied herself that her visitors were, in fact, her granddaughters, swung the door wide and welcomed them into her suite.
"I didn't know you were visiting. How long are you going to be in town?," Grandma asked Julie.
Julie and Glory smiled at each other quickly.
"We moved, Grandma. Ben and I live here now."
Grandma was delighted.
She was tall and plump. She only wore polyester pants with creases permanently woven into the fabric, and sweatshirts emblazoned with flowers. She wore Keds, or the knockoffs you could get at the drugstore for under $5, and knee-high nylon socks. Today's ensemble was in varying shades of pink, one of her favorite colors.
She was setting out a new pattern on a piece of fabric on her bed. It was a dress for toddler girls, which she was laying out on a piece of blue gingham. Julie noticed a pile of similar dresses in varying sizes sitting in the corner. She donated them to a missions organization every month. Judging from the size of the stack, it had been a few weeks.
Following their normal routine, Glory commented on the fabrics. "That's going to be darling, Grandma."
Julie grabbed Grandma's pink sweater from her closet.
"I picked it up at the fabric store yesterday. Can you believe how much fabric is these days? Harold would roll over in his grave if he knew I spent more than $3 on a yard of fabric!"
They visited for a few minutes, then convinced grandma that it was time to go to the mall.
Julie's tummy was growling by the time they made it to the parking lot. They decided to start at the Food Court and shop afterwards.
The girls were in the mood for Chinese, and Panda Express was the closest thing to it at the Food Court. (Julie's husband was actually Chinese, and regarded Panda Express with utmost disdain.) They threaded their way through the crowd and placed their orders. Grandma tasted everything in the trays before settling on what she always got...the Orange Chicken. Today, however, she got the egg rolls.
They picked a table and sat down in the quasi-comfortable chairs. They chatted about the weather reminded Grandma that it was Easter, not Christmas coming next month, and Glory attempted to eat with chopsticks, which was highly entertaining to Julie.
Suddenly, Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
The girls exchanged panicked looks.
Before they could react, she dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
Glory caught Julie's eye and quickly turned away.
"That's the dipping sauce for your egg rolls," Julie explained in an oddly strangled voice. "It's not Jello."
"Oh. That was awful. I don't think I'll be putting it on my egg rolls, either."
"You don't have to, Grandma." Glory winked at Julie and they resumed eating.
Grandma asked Julie again how long she was planning to stay in town, and how soon she had to be back. Julie explained again that she had moved and would not be going back to California. With each repeated question, Julie and Glory would smile and patiently answer her.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello," Glory explained. She put the lid back on the sauce for her, and told her, again, that it was for the egg rolls. Grandma eyed the little container doubtfully and exclaimed she would not be putting that anywhere near her food.
Conversation resumed, and Glory explained that the girls parents had moved to the other side of the State, and she was in college now. Grandma reminisced, again, about both of her granddaughters as babies, toddlers and school girls. The girls smiled through the stories they had heard so many times.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello."
The three women finished their meal and Glory offered to bus the table. Grandma got out a napkin and wrapped up the last egg roll and put it in her purse. Glory noticed a dinner roll from Dennys peeking out of another napkin, and several containers of jam stuffed into the purse already. Grandma grabbed the Sweet and Sour sauce before either of them could grab the tray and popped it into her purse too.
"I love Jello!"
The girls walked their grandmother around the mall and did some shopping. Soon, it was time to get her back to her apartment for dinner. The facility where she lived served dinner from 4 to 6pm, and Grandma didn't like being late.
The girls rode the rickety elevator back to Grandma's apartment, answering questions about how long they planned to be in town, and where their parents lived now.
Grandma came out of the elevator and dug through her purse for her keys. Benny opened her door and stepped out into the hall.
"Going to dinner, Jane?"
"Yes, Bennie. I'll be out in a minute. I have to put my purchases away. You wouldn't believe what they charge for fabric these days."
Grandma pulled the napkin-wrapped food out of her purse and handed it to Glory. The container of sweet and sour sauce was still intact, and she handed that to Julie as she finally located her keys and opened her door. She took the food from Glory and grabbed her bags. They shuffled into her entryway and dropped the bags. Grandma headed to her refrigerator.
Benny eyed the container in Julie's hand suspiciously. "Don't forget your Jello!"
Julie noticed that Glory had gotten a new purse since last week. She loved her little sister's sense of style, and wondered if she could find the same purse at Target. (She inherited her grandma's aversion to paying more than $20 for a purse.)
The elevator to the 6th floor felt as rickety and worn down as some of the residents who passed quietly through the halls, clutching walkers and canes and talking quietly to themselves. The sisters shared worried looks. The elevator managed to glide smoothly to a stop on her floor.
"Right on time" exclaimed Benita Torkelson, grandma's next door neighbor, as she stepped out into the hall. She had her cloth shopping bags in hand, and was struggling to find her keys in her gigantic purse. She was a shrewd, spry little woman, and Glory and Julie towered over her. She moved in to her apartment the same day as Grandma, and the two had become fast friends. "Jane just got back from the mall!"
Glory took Benita's purse and quickly located her keys for her and locked her door. She smiled warmly at the small woman, who chuckled softly and snatched her purse back. "Benny, how do you ever find anything in that old carpet bag of yours?"
Benny winked at her and started down the hall. "Magic, my girl. Have a good visit!"
Julie knocked on Grandma's door. She heard a voice, and the sound of a cane and heavy footsteps nearing the door. "Who is it?" a voice queried from behind the lock.
Julie and Glory answered "It's Julie and Glory. Let us in" in unison.
Slowly, they heard the sound of several bolts, chains and locks being opened, and the door cracked open.
Grandma peeked out, and having satisfied herself that her visitors were, in fact, her granddaughters, swung the door wide and welcomed them into her suite.
"I didn't know you were visiting. How long are you going to be in town?," Grandma asked Julie.
Julie and Glory smiled at each other quickly.
"We moved, Grandma. Ben and I live here now."
Grandma was delighted.
She was tall and plump. She only wore polyester pants with creases permanently woven into the fabric, and sweatshirts emblazoned with flowers. She wore Keds, or the knockoffs you could get at the drugstore for under $5, and knee-high nylon socks. Today's ensemble was in varying shades of pink, one of her favorite colors.
She was setting out a new pattern on a piece of fabric on her bed. It was a dress for toddler girls, which she was laying out on a piece of blue gingham. Julie noticed a pile of similar dresses in varying sizes sitting in the corner. She donated them to a missions organization every month. Judging from the size of the stack, it had been a few weeks.
Following their normal routine, Glory commented on the fabrics. "That's going to be darling, Grandma."
Julie grabbed Grandma's pink sweater from her closet.
"I picked it up at the fabric store yesterday. Can you believe how much fabric is these days? Harold would roll over in his grave if he knew I spent more than $3 on a yard of fabric!"
They visited for a few minutes, then convinced grandma that it was time to go to the mall.
Julie's tummy was growling by the time they made it to the parking lot. They decided to start at the Food Court and shop afterwards.
The girls were in the mood for Chinese, and Panda Express was the closest thing to it at the Food Court. (Julie's husband was actually Chinese, and regarded Panda Express with utmost disdain.) They threaded their way through the crowd and placed their orders. Grandma tasted everything in the trays before settling on what she always got...the Orange Chicken. Today, however, she got the egg rolls.
They picked a table and sat down in the quasi-comfortable chairs. They chatted about the weather reminded Grandma that it was Easter, not Christmas coming next month, and Glory attempted to eat with chopsticks, which was highly entertaining to Julie.
Suddenly, Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
The girls exchanged panicked looks.
Before they could react, she dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
Glory caught Julie's eye and quickly turned away.
"That's the dipping sauce for your egg rolls," Julie explained in an oddly strangled voice. "It's not Jello."
"Oh. That was awful. I don't think I'll be putting it on my egg rolls, either."
"You don't have to, Grandma." Glory winked at Julie and they resumed eating.
Grandma asked Julie again how long she was planning to stay in town, and how soon she had to be back. Julie explained again that she had moved and would not be going back to California. With each repeated question, Julie and Glory would smile and patiently answer her.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello," Glory explained. She put the lid back on the sauce for her, and told her, again, that it was for the egg rolls. Grandma eyed the little container doubtfully and exclaimed she would not be putting that anywhere near her food.
Conversation resumed, and Glory explained that the girls parents had moved to the other side of the State, and she was in college now. Grandma reminisced, again, about both of her granddaughters as babies, toddlers and school girls. The girls smiled through the stories they had heard so many times.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello."
The three women finished their meal and Glory offered to bus the table. Grandma got out a napkin and wrapped up the last egg roll and put it in her purse. Glory noticed a dinner roll from Dennys peeking out of another napkin, and several containers of jam stuffed into the purse already. Grandma grabbed the Sweet and Sour sauce before either of them could grab the tray and popped it into her purse too.
"I love Jello!"
The girls walked their grandmother around the mall and did some shopping. Soon, it was time to get her back to her apartment for dinner. The facility where she lived served dinner from 4 to 6pm, and Grandma didn't like being late.
The girls rode the rickety elevator back to Grandma's apartment, answering questions about how long they planned to be in town, and where their parents lived now.
Grandma came out of the elevator and dug through her purse for her keys. Benny opened her door and stepped out into the hall.
"Going to dinner, Jane?"
"Yes, Bennie. I'll be out in a minute. I have to put my purchases away. You wouldn't believe what they charge for fabric these days."
Grandma pulled the napkin-wrapped food out of her purse and handed it to Glory. The container of sweet and sour sauce was still intact, and she handed that to Julie as she finally located her keys and opened her door. She took the food from Glory and grabbed her bags. They shuffled into her entryway and dropped the bags. Grandma headed to her refrigerator.
Benny eyed the container in Julie's hand suspiciously. "Don't forget your Jello!"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
You can't expect a Drama Major NOT to dress up on Halloween!
I'm working at a company that "Business Casual," especially when we have visitors. Most of the time, I'm in jeans, Scott is in shorts, and Melissa wears PJ's since she's working from home for now...
So we had visitors today.
This is what happens when I don't get the memo:
Oh well...
So we had visitors today.
This is what happens when I don't get the memo:
Oh well...
Friday, October 19, 2007
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