I've been pretty much doing without eating sugary treats and candy. It's not because I want to lose weight, but that surely would be an added benefit. It's because I don't want to tempt Rick into eating anything that I might have laying around the kitchen. He was diagnosed with Pre-diabetes a few months ago, but he didn't pay that much attention to it until his doctor's appointment this past month when his A1C was 7. The doctor ordered a blood sugar meter tester and he has been using it once a day, usually in the mornings when he wakes up, but now and then 1 1/2 to 2 hours after a meal. Other than the very first day of testing his blood sugar has remained in the normal range, even after meals. He's doing very good and I'm very proud of him.
But, getting back to the point of this post.......I started writing here that I am feeling great without lots of added sugars to my diet. My mood has improved and my brain feels energized and energetic. Of course my body doesn't feel so energetic, but my joints are also not hurting like they used to, even on hard rainy or cold days.
My cellphone just updated and things have changed and I really don't like changes much. I went to open my email and I couldn't find anything at first and I have some important receipts that I was keeping in there. Well, I finally figured it out, but I had to stop posting here until I did. I'm OCD about certain things.
I'm just rambling now, but the one thing that I'm really OCD about is clutter. I always tell Rick that everything in this house has a home, a place where it belongs after you have finished using it. It's like talking to a wall and when he needs something and can't find it I repeat myself like a crazy person, and tell him that if he had put it back where it belonged, he could have easily found it. But he doesn't listen, so when he's finished using something of mine, I put it back where it belongs. I'm ashamed to have anyone visit because of all of Rick's clutter throughout the house. At first it was limited to his room which is like a very messy walk-in closet, then it spread onto the bar in the kitchen, the dining room table, into my computer room and now into the living room. I've become a terrible housekeeper. It's way too hard trying to clean when you have to move clutter from here to there and then back again. The end table next to his seat on the couch has become his private medicine cabinet, and to assorted papers and tissues. He saves every empty gallon milk jug and there's just no room for anymore in my computer room, so I sneak and crush and deflate them and sneak them into the trashcan. Enough about my messy house. I was feeling great and I don't want to depress myself with thinking about all this clutter.
It's a rainy day here today and the rain is right on schedule according to the weather person. I was going to look for a good Netflix TV series to begin watching, but so far I haven't found one. If you have any suggestions let me know in the comments or text me if you know my number. Goodbye.
