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Jul. 22nd, 2014 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott was running late last night, so we had pizza. He and Cordelia together finished off a medium thin crust pizza. Scott says that next time they'll have to get a large because they were both still hungry afterward. I, of course, had pizza leftover. I get a small (regular crust) all to myself because I can't handle any of the sauces that Cottage Inn offers, not without significant risk of reflux. These days, Cordelia won't touch pizza without some sort of sauce. She prefers Alfredo or ranch while Scott likes barbecue.
I am thinking to send Cordelia to Subway on her bike some day this week to buy us lunch. She both likes the idea and is intimidated, more by Subway than by the trip there. I pulled up the menu so that Cordelia could look at it and decide what she wants (I think going in knowing just what to order will go a long way to overcoming her anxiety), and I was sad to see that they no longer have the seafood and crab sub. I loved that one. Ah, well. Some of the other subs look good. Given the pizza last night, I will probably wait until late in the week.
I put chai on the grocery list last weekend. Scott bought two kinds, one in tea bags and one powdered. I haven't tried the kind in tea bags yet, but Cordelia and I tried the powdered. It's pretty tasty. I'm going to leave it for Cordelia to drink, however, because I don't need the calories from the sugar and creamer (Just stopping drinking sweetened tea and juice and pop has stopped me from gaining more weight. That's all I wanted). It's tempting, but I think I can resist.
My sort of plan to exchange Sit and Be Fit for time on the treadmill is on hold. Scott says, and I know he's right, that the basement needs cleaning first. The corner where the treadmill is is piled with stuff, books, furniture that needs to be repaired, a small mattress. I think I could get to the treadmill and use it anyway, but it would be a challenge. I need to make Cordelia pick up her toys. Then we need to sweep and/or vacuum. There are mouse turds near the stairs (which makes me wonder if we have more mice and they simply haven't come upstairs). I'm considering asking our cleaning lady if she can give us an extra hour some week to work on the basement with me. If nothing else, she could get spiderwebs off the bookshelves so that I can put away the piles of books. She'd also help me get past being so intimidated by what needs to be done that I can't even start.
I am thinking to send Cordelia to Subway on her bike some day this week to buy us lunch. She both likes the idea and is intimidated, more by Subway than by the trip there. I pulled up the menu so that Cordelia could look at it and decide what she wants (I think going in knowing just what to order will go a long way to overcoming her anxiety), and I was sad to see that they no longer have the seafood and crab sub. I loved that one. Ah, well. Some of the other subs look good. Given the pizza last night, I will probably wait until late in the week.
I put chai on the grocery list last weekend. Scott bought two kinds, one in tea bags and one powdered. I haven't tried the kind in tea bags yet, but Cordelia and I tried the powdered. It's pretty tasty. I'm going to leave it for Cordelia to drink, however, because I don't need the calories from the sugar and creamer (Just stopping drinking sweetened tea and juice and pop has stopped me from gaining more weight. That's all I wanted). It's tempting, but I think I can resist.
My sort of plan to exchange Sit and Be Fit for time on the treadmill is on hold. Scott says, and I know he's right, that the basement needs cleaning first. The corner where the treadmill is is piled with stuff, books, furniture that needs to be repaired, a small mattress. I think I could get to the treadmill and use it anyway, but it would be a challenge. I need to make Cordelia pick up her toys. Then we need to sweep and/or vacuum. There are mouse turds near the stairs (which makes me wonder if we have more mice and they simply haven't come upstairs). I'm considering asking our cleaning lady if she can give us an extra hour some week to work on the basement with me. If nothing else, she could get spiderwebs off the bookshelves so that I can put away the piles of books. She'd also help me get past being so intimidated by what needs to be done that I can't even start.
