It's hotel waffle and treadmill time

There was almost nobody at the hotel. I went down to breakfast at about 8:30, no one was there. Which is so nice. 

I had scrambled eggs and bacon, with salsa. They had biscuit brekkie sammitches but they were in a steamer, and ... soggy and gross so I passed on those, though for sure I was tempted to take the sausage out and toast an english muffin and build myself a fresh nice thing. 

Then, I saw the waffle maker. All alone, no one queued up to use her. Just .... there. 

Hell yeah I'm having a waffle, too. I freaking love hotel waffles. I love how hot and fresh and wonderful they are. 

90 seconds of patience and rotating the iron over to start and end and that's all you gotta do. 

She was delicious. I loved her. What a joy.

Checkout at the hotel is 11, they couldn't accommodate my request for late check out but that was okay. I asked if I checked out, and took a meeting in the dining area if that would be okay and the lovely lady at the front desk told me that was great. I also asked her if it would be cool if I used the treadmill after the meeting and she again told me that was great, she'd open the door for me. 

Hell yeah, Cynthia. Thank you. 

The treadmills at this hotel are super brand new, top of the line lifecycles. They have a GIANT screen with an Environment setting so you can walk/run through places. Today it automagically assigned me to Auckland New Zealand. I sometimes get dizzy when I use those settings, but today it was very nice. And a great view at the end. 

The treadmill is also like running on air. You almost don't know it is a treadmill. It is soft and gentle, slightly bouncy. I felt like my pace (about 14 min/mile) was really good. aaaaah. 

Once I was done with the treadmill, I headed to the car, headed over to mom's. I was already kind of stressed out by her before 2pm. 

I went to the market to get a couple things for her. She needed milk and coffee grinds. She's very particular about the milk, it has to be a quart, it has to be from Cumberland Farms simply because she can see through the bottle and know exactly how much is left. 

Her Cumbies is always out of milk when I go there. 

They're kind of useless. 

They had one gallon of whole milk, and about 90 chocolate milk quarts. There's another Cumbies in town, so I went down there and he had all the milk in the universe. 

After I bought the milk, I thought about going across the street to a new restaurant that recently opened, but I took one look at how I was dressed and said nah - not tonight. 

Literally, I have cookie dough on the side of my yoga pants. 

Wear grown up clothes, and try again another day. 

Also, I needed my own foodstuffs, she needed that coffee, so I went to Shaws. The only thing I couldn't pick her up was tissues, she likes Puffs with no lotion. Every single brand had lotion. Everything. So I'll go buy some tomorrow. 

I was sitting here watching hockey and working on something, and she came down to ask me if I'm still on the WiFi. Yes. Do not turn off the internet. The TV runs on the internet. If you turn off the hockey, I will get really really mad. If you turn off the internet while I'm working, I will get really really REALLY mad. You do not have to turn the internet off at night. Leave it alone. 

So she came down again and said "oh" when she saw I was still working on the computer (writing this, and also I just talked to Linda for like 90 minutes on FB video chat). 

Do not turn off the internet, woman. 

She continued bumping around in the kitchen (it is 10pm, and she's usually fast asleep by 8) and I am watching her very carefully. She's making her water, she is fussing with stuff on the counter that I put in the wrong place. She also has been fussing tonight because she put the heat on and it was blowing cold air. She and I almost had a fight over the fact that the thermostat was indeed set to heat and 74 degrees. It just takes a while for the heat to start blowing. "I'm cold." She says. Put on a sweater, I replied. 

And the heat is indeed blowing, because it is blowing right up the wall behind me where I am sitting hot as fuck. 

She went back to her room with her water, satisfied that everything is in its right place in the kitchen after I moved shit. She'll wake up at some point later tonight, and turn off the internet ... just because. That's how she rolls. 

No pictures from today, digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill at hotel, 30 min run/2.12 mi.; 12k+ steps by bedtime 

blood glucose:

8:15pm: 121
4:30pm: 84
10:15pm: 89

food & meds:

9am: jardiance + phentermine
8:30: scrambled eggs & bacon; hotel waffle
1:30pm: protein shake, met+glip 
4:45pm: small bag of cashews
7pm: rotisserie chicken, some potato/egg salad; met+glip 
white wine w/diet cran