This week I went to the YMCA four times : step, muscle toning, yoga and pilates. My goal of trying a new class is once again attained with trying pilates at the Y.
My Valentine’s Day night is planned. I’m going to a fancy restaurant with my little sister and her boyfriend and maybe some of her friends. It’s going to be expensive and I’m excited about it. I haven’t been in a trendy restaurant, expensive and that good also, since I was with my ex-fiancé. Anyway, I don’t drink so it will be less expensive !
I bought a new top to wear on that night and it’s not what I usually wear. Sexyyyy and black, attracting attention to my breasts…I spent hours shopping for new clothes and didn’t find anything else ! I’m bigger than medium and smaller than large, tops are not long enough or too long, pants are too small or too large, the waist isn’t high enough for my comfort. Sports bra are not comfortable or don’t have enough support.
I’m also on fire in the kitchen…I almost burned my best saucepan trying to do what is most likely a recipe I am not going to do again. A Kraft recipe. I wanted to try something from that magazine I subscribed to and frankly, it tastes like carton. I had to add spices and cheese. The bottom of the saucepan was black, and smelled like fire. It took hours to clean up (rinsing, adding water and soda, then soda and lemon, then soapy water and cleaning with an SOS pad). When I finally got it clean and shiny, I decided to make tapioca and emptied the whole box to find out after I had added milk and an egg that I only needed 3 tablespoons…
I haven’t been that prone to accidents since last spring when I started to slowly lowering my meds or a couple of years before when my boyfriend, The Troll, went away on vacation.
My food intake is modified. I stopped adding hot chocolate mix in my coffee, I haven’t eaten a chocolate bar since the start of February, haven’t eaten any chips since January. I ate a wonderfully greasy hamburger and fries last weekend which I hadn’t done since January. I eat the most incredible breakfasts : eggs and toast or banana pancakes with nuts.
Friday, I finally smiled and talked to a stranger on the way to the metro. An insanely cute guy who asked me if that sushi place was any good (the place where I had just bought my sushi is in the tunnel leading to the metro). This is something else to cross off my list.
I smiled to the Cynical One on the street without fumbling over my feet or saying anything and didn’t mope about it for hours. Not even minutes.
The therapist says I seem to be more okay about transitions. Finally ! Progress !! I feel great without my meds. And the migraines are mostly gone, my neck and shoulders don’t ache anymore. Yippee !!