Sweet crazy week…it’s the First Day of Christmas, we’ve had couscous, and oodles of pear and sweet potato chips, we now eat yogurt voluntarily AND regularly, and I haven’t posted a THING about all this…
I apologize if I left you hanging, but it’s been a little on the loopy side around here. Buckwheat pancakes are a no-no unless they’re drowning in maple syrup, and that just won’t do. Oranges…no thank you. Chicken roasted with a balsamic and honey glaze is a hit. Couscous, surprisingly enough, is totally doable. Wheat germ in breading…totally fine.
Every afternoon, the four of us go “running” in the garage, and then we toss the ball around, and then we do some calisthenics. J actually looks forward to this, and likes running to things like Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit…of course, he also requests things like Elton John and Kiki Dee singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart, but because it’s all in the spirit of getting him to move, Dada and TGG bounce as energetically as anyone.
And…it’s doing the trick. J has lost a few pounds. Nothing to write home about, but enough to be encouraging because, yes, it’s about the slow-and-steady-wins-the-race rather than the flash-in-the-pan results.
Now I have to get ready to head out and grab J from the bus stop because it’s an early-release day. We are going to start baking cookies for all the treat boxes we’re handing out to the guys that work here in the construction site, and then we’re going to run out for a couple of quick errands before the snow starts. It has been bitterly cold, and it seems like every two days we get some sort of advisory. Tomorrow, of course, we have snow coming.
I will, in light of this lull in outdoor activity and the presence of my wingman Dada, have time to write more then.
Happy First Day…may your days be low in sensory overload…