As per our usual slacker holiday style, I got up and baked two pies that in theory I could have baked last night. Geoff peeled potatoes and I had them set aside. Doug got the turkey out of the cooler, and she was thawed fully but not at any sort of dangerous temperature. He did the math, and said it would be ready at 2:30pm.
There was a four hour window of us not needing to do anything. Jess went and napped with Dijon, Doug was playing on his phone. I figured if I wanted to keep my 10k+ step streak going (we're on day... 55?) I should go out and take myself for a walk.
It was so fucking cold out. I feel like I have become a coldness wimp, but, dudes. With the wind, it was barely tolerable. I walked over by the senior center in our neighborhood, and back.Mostly flat terrain, no real hills, and I can jog a little. The playlist was helpful, and when I got close to the house I was enjoying a song by the band Muse that I like, so I continued walking up and down my little street for a couple more minutes to just listen. Doug was standing on the porch when I came back by, so I went in with him to talk next phase.
Potatoes, stuffing, lima beans, serve the food, eat the food, rejoice.
The turkey was very done at 2:30pm. We should have taken her out at 1:30, to be honest. She wasn't burned or anything, but, honestly... a tiny bit dry.
But that's what gravy is for, amirite? No complaints from me.
My pie was a big hit, as was the chocolate cake that Doug picked up at the dutch market in Hagerstown. I skipped dessert, figured my blood sugar would be mad enough at me by the time I took it (and yes, it was, see the digits below). Maybe I'll have a little slice of something tomorrow, you know... as a treat.
The bummer thing is that the dishwasher is broken so "we" meaning me, your friend Chris, is handwashing all the dishes. Doug put the turkey on the stove for stock, and I did four full sinks full of dishes before I said "everything else can wait until tomorrow."
Normally I hate going to bed if there are dishes in the sink but, meh. So it'll be alright.
The dogs had a great day today. There was a lot of playing, a lot of wrasslin', kitchen treats, all that jazz. They both slept with Jess last night, which is hilarious.
I told Doug we need a second dog... for her. He said no. But. Yeah. We should maybe think about that.
Alright. Here is a picture of my "mom-mosa," which is champagne with a spoonful of cranberry sauce in it. Not ... the greatest thing I've ever thought of but it wasn't the worst thing I've ever thought of.
Digits below!
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. solo incredibly cold walk, 24 min/1.36mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8am: 117
5pm: 269*
9:45pm: 139
food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
2pm: everything bagel w/cream cheese; met+glip
3pm: turkey dinner, with potatoes, stuffing, gravy, lima beans, cranberry sauce, red wine
8:30pm: met+glip
mimosas while doing dishes
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