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Eating normal food yesterday seems to have gone okay. I don’t think my anxiety levels are down at all, though, so I’m not sure if it will last. I think I’d rather have a headache because I can treat that and because nothing terrible happens, beyond pain, if I leave the house and the headache spikes unexpectedly. My legs have started aching off and on which is either directly an anxiety symptom or a side effect of not sleeping as well or as much as I should.
I think I need to reshuffle what I eat at what times of day. My hesitation is that it will mean not eating what Scott and Cordelia eat at dinner time. Basically, I’d like to start my day with a wallop of protein at breakfast, probably whatever meat we’ve prepared that would normally be dinner for all of us, and end my day with a dinner that’s vegetables with some rice/potatoes/quinoa/whatever. Right now, having a hunk of meat with dinner means that I suddenly wake up and am not particularly sleepy three hours later when I need to go to bed. Eating a banana and/or some bread with hummos in the morning leaves me draggingly exhausted and very much wanting a nap.
My metabolism must be weird because I get a different effect from a bit of meat than I do from cheese or beans or nuts (eggs are a huge and terrible migraine trigger, so I haven’t tried them since I was ten). I’m avoiding soy, generally, because of the breast cancer. Opinions seem to be hugely divided about soy and breast cancer; I’ve had folks at UMHS tell me that soy is fine and others there tell me that it’s to be avoided even in trace amounts. I figure that I’ll just be cautious. I’m not going to avoid all traces of it, but I’m not going to chow down on tofu and edamame and soy protein drinks.
Cordelia asked to go to Orange Leaf last night for frozen yogurt, so we did. We also stopped at Book Bound, the local bookstore. We bought Cordelia a Princess Academy book, and I pre-ordered (and pre-paid) the new Rick Riordan book that’s coming out at the beginning of May. Cordelia says she wants it. She hasn’t finished the one that came out last October yet, but she wants this one.
Cordelia’s teachers have offered to let her go to Food Gatherers with the other class. I’m very glad of that. I was going to suggest it if they didn’t, but I’d rather they suggested it. Apparently, the reason for having the advisory classes go separately is that Food Gatherers can only accommodate twenty five volunteers at a time.
I need to do dishes and at least two loads of laundry today. I’d like to change our sheets, but that’s lower priority. If I don’t wash Cordelia’s clothes, she won’t have socks for tomorrow. If I don’t wash my clothes, I won’t have a short nightgown to wear under my compression pad (I only own five. It hasn’t seemed worthwhile to try to track down and buy more when I’m only likely to be wearing the thing another few weeks) or a clean bra (I’d buy more of those, but I can’t find this brand and size anywhere right now). Of course, I can’t wash clothes until Scott showers, and he’s not heading in that direction— He’s playing XCom 2 and likely won’t stop until I prod him.
I’m returning several library books unread. One can’t be renewed. One, I’ve renewed three times already. I do very much want to read that one, but I feel like I’ve kept it longer than I should already. Another one, I just don’t think I’m going to read at all. I’ll keep it on my to read list because I liked the book to which it’s a sequel, but it’s borderline horror (teen humor horror but still), and I’m just not interested right now. I think there are some things I thought I put in the bag to be returned that aren’t actually there, so I’ll have to find those. They’re not due until next Sunday, but I’m done with them, so there’s no point in keeping them here.
I wrote seven or eight hundred words yesterday. Sadly, I’m going to have to chop out a chunk of them (though I’m still counting them for my month total) because I realized that one of the characters wasn’t acting like himself and that that was taking the plot in a direction that would make it self-destruct without getting to any of the bits of the story that I want to explore.
I think I need to reshuffle what I eat at what times of day. My hesitation is that it will mean not eating what Scott and Cordelia eat at dinner time. Basically, I’d like to start my day with a wallop of protein at breakfast, probably whatever meat we’ve prepared that would normally be dinner for all of us, and end my day with a dinner that’s vegetables with some rice/potatoes/quinoa/whatever. Right now, having a hunk of meat with dinner means that I suddenly wake up and am not particularly sleepy three hours later when I need to go to bed. Eating a banana and/or some bread with hummos in the morning leaves me draggingly exhausted and very much wanting a nap.
My metabolism must be weird because I get a different effect from a bit of meat than I do from cheese or beans or nuts (eggs are a huge and terrible migraine trigger, so I haven’t tried them since I was ten). I’m avoiding soy, generally, because of the breast cancer. Opinions seem to be hugely divided about soy and breast cancer; I’ve had folks at UMHS tell me that soy is fine and others there tell me that it’s to be avoided even in trace amounts. I figure that I’ll just be cautious. I’m not going to avoid all traces of it, but I’m not going to chow down on tofu and edamame and soy protein drinks.
Cordelia asked to go to Orange Leaf last night for frozen yogurt, so we did. We also stopped at Book Bound, the local bookstore. We bought Cordelia a Princess Academy book, and I pre-ordered (and pre-paid) the new Rick Riordan book that’s coming out at the beginning of May. Cordelia says she wants it. She hasn’t finished the one that came out last October yet, but she wants this one.
Cordelia’s teachers have offered to let her go to Food Gatherers with the other class. I’m very glad of that. I was going to suggest it if they didn’t, but I’d rather they suggested it. Apparently, the reason for having the advisory classes go separately is that Food Gatherers can only accommodate twenty five volunteers at a time.
I need to do dishes and at least two loads of laundry today. I’d like to change our sheets, but that’s lower priority. If I don’t wash Cordelia’s clothes, she won’t have socks for tomorrow. If I don’t wash my clothes, I won’t have a short nightgown to wear under my compression pad (I only own five. It hasn’t seemed worthwhile to try to track down and buy more when I’m only likely to be wearing the thing another few weeks) or a clean bra (I’d buy more of those, but I can’t find this brand and size anywhere right now). Of course, I can’t wash clothes until Scott showers, and he’s not heading in that direction— He’s playing XCom 2 and likely won’t stop until I prod him.
I’m returning several library books unread. One can’t be renewed. One, I’ve renewed three times already. I do very much want to read that one, but I feel like I’ve kept it longer than I should already. Another one, I just don’t think I’m going to read at all. I’ll keep it on my to read list because I liked the book to which it’s a sequel, but it’s borderline horror (teen humor horror but still), and I’m just not interested right now. I think there are some things I thought I put in the bag to be returned that aren’t actually there, so I’ll have to find those. They’re not due until next Sunday, but I’m done with them, so there’s no point in keeping them here.
I wrote seven or eight hundred words yesterday. Sadly, I’m going to have to chop out a chunk of them (though I’m still counting them for my month total) because I realized that one of the characters wasn’t acting like himself and that that was taking the plot in a direction that would make it self-destruct without getting to any of the bits of the story that I want to explore.