Treat Yo Self

I slept in today until 9:45. Didn't get good sleep between 2-5am, so once I did fall asleep my body ran with it. I do my best sleeping from 6am-9am really. Good, wonderful, awesome sleep. 

In order to not miss my steps, I always set an alarm for 9:45am on days I don't need to get up. Roll out of bed, do those 9am steps, grab a coffee, do the 10am steps. It works out perfectly. This morning, I woke up before the alarm and contemplated just not getting up but continuing to sleep.  

But. I had to pee.  

I was in the bathroom and Doug came upstairs and yelled OH GOOD! YOU'RE UP!

Which, could have indicated anything. What he wanted to alert me to is the fact we needed to check in to our 6:ish am flight tomorrow on Southwest and it was way way past 6:30am. 

Shit. Completely forgot.

On my phone, the app needed an update. Did that. Then, to log in, what the hell is my password? Shit. I grabbed my laptop because SW's website has an eyeball on the password field to show you your password. Yesssss. Oh! but I also can check in on the desktop. Brilliant.

Afraid that we'd be put in the last two check in spots, I was prepared to upgrade us to the A group but we are mid-B and I'm always mid-B. I let Doug know that and he was relieved. 

"At least we didn't get Boarding Group M." 

True. 

I drank coffee, played my games, had a chat with my work bestie about life and the universe. I got a shower, and went out to do errands. 

I wanted to go to the gym and be unencumbered about how much time I had. I still left after 20 min because I really didn't want to spend more time not running errands. But I gave myself my time. 

I went to Kohls, got underpants and some pants and a top. Happily, I find that size 16 is quite alright. Women's large works. I can now shop in the regular women's clothing department and not just have to go to the plus size area. Hilarously, sizes 16 and 18 were not to be found too much in the regular women's department, and size 0 and 1x also were missing from the plus area. 

All of which I could do. 

Still, I did find some pants. Success. And soon, size 14 in my future. Mark my words. 

After the gym, I called ahead for a pedicure and they got me right in. Yay! I picked a cute silvery purple that is a lot lighter on my toes than it was in the bottle, but it still looks nice and wow did I need a pedicure. Crazy long time. 

When I was at Kohls, Doug asked me to pick up some T-shirts for him. Plain, solid color, dark. He has a specific type and style. 

Well fuck me. I walked all over that damn store. Nothing. He has been wearing these shirts from Champion sportswear forever that just have the tiny logo on the left breast. 

Seems Kohls is partnered mostly with Nike, and the shirts are "Tek Dry" material, not at all what he likes. And with Under Armor. Those would have been nice, except. 

Except. 

Under Armor logo was an okay size, but the backs of the shirt were all FREEDOM! AMERICA! FLAGS! HOOOOOOORAH USA! 

Um. 

Okay. No thank you. We don't need to advertise. That's okay. Calm Down, T-shirt. Just. Calm Down. 

Eventually, I found some of their store brand Sonoma shirts, and everything was in super light colors. Pinks and lavender, light blue. None of Doug's colors. But they did have brown I bought him a brown. They also had a ton of graphic T shirts. 

Snoopy and America are very popular right now.

I passed on getting him anything else. After the pedicure, I walked over to Target, and they had plain t-shirts but they all have pockets on the left breast. Why. Who uses these pockets! I think of the 70s and 80s and dudes with cigarette packs but nowadays? No one is using those pockets. 

Doug wasn't bothered by the pockets. And even though he usually prefers a 2x, I thought he wore 1x. They fit, he will be fine. It's good. Life is good. 

I called to see if I could walk in and get a haircut at the local Hair cuttery, and they said "if you come in right now..." so I did. Not a lot to do, just tidy it up, make it look nice. 

I remembered Geoff wanted me to get dinner going for him. he'd set up a marinade the other night, and the meat needed to cook on low heat for an hour at least. Getting home at 5pm, I discovered Doug was out walking Toffee, and so I just set to work, got it going, and whew. Relaxed. 

The dinner was okay. A little disappointing, not enough food for the three of us. But it tasted okay. Not his best recipe choice but the marinade was good and it'll be nice for grilling another kind of meat. 

Doug and I started packing right before the hockey game. He had laundry that he needed washed so I threw in my yoga pants and a couple other things. Overall, as of nearly 11pm, feeling prepared. Just need the laundry to come out of the dryer. 

And I need a couple hours of sleep. Wish us luck. We've never done a 6ish am early flight. But hey. Treat Yo Self. Evidence of Self Treating. Digits below.

Oh, depending on whether or not hotels Doug has booked us into have internet (some... may not) there may be day skipping here. Just wanted you to know that in advance, all three of you who care.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Two walks. One on the treadmill, 20 min/1.07 miles. One in the mall, 35 min/.72 miles; 12k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:
9:45am: 120
5pm: 108
10:45pm: 89

food & meds:
9:45am: phentermine, jardiance
12:30pm: met+glip; pb + low sugar j on 647 bread sandwich
5pm: ramekin of cashews
6:30pm: sauerbraten (Geoff tried a new recipe) with sliced beets. 
9pm: met+glip
white wine+ginger ale