This past Sunday my mother and aunt came out to have lunch with Dave and me. It was nice to sit and chat over Chinese food. We sat indoors because my mother wanted to, although it was a beautiful day in the mid-70s and we could have sat outside. (I keep telling Dave that we need to have dinner outside, but with daylight savings time in effect, sunset is shortly after 5:00 p.m. and I don't like eating in the dark.)
Monday my PT was cancelled.
Tuesday I had therapy. (It's usually on Thursday.) Therapy is rough but good right now. After therapy I made no-bake chocolate cookies and they taste great and full of so much sugar and fat that I feel like crap after eating one. I had to ask Dave to hide them from me and I have to ask specifically for one. (I've had two and a half today.)
Here's the recipe: Melt one stick (1/2 c.) of butter in a pan with 1 1/2 to 2 c. sugar and 1/2 c. milk. Bring the mixture to a boil and boil for 1 to 3 minutes. Take off the heat, add between 1 t. and 1 T. vanilla. Add 2-3 1/2 cup oats (quick oats work best, we used protein oats, but rolled oats also work). Drop large spoonfuls onto parchment paper and let set either on the counter top or in the refrigerator. It's a very loosey goosey recipe. The important part is to boil the butter-sugar-milk mix so that it sets up like soft candy (ie, soft candy or soft-ball stage).
Today is Wednesday. There's a full moon. I could not sleep last night (or the night before). I did finally get to sleep around 3:30 in the morning. I slept until 6:20 or so and woke up so hungry that I had to have a snack. I did that and then went back to bed for awhile. I got up to take my meds and went back to bed after that. I finally got up for real about 10:45 or 11:00. All in all it was about five and a half hours of broken sleep. Is menopause going to be like this always?
We'll probably get some take-out food for dinner. Maybe burgers. I'm still babying my stomach but a burger sounds good.
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