Cha, Cha, Cha, Changes

I had a great birthday weekend with just the right amount of fun and solitude. Friday after I dropped Sweetness off at pre-k I went to the hairdresser down the block and chopped off all my hair. And I mean ALL MY HAIR. I’ve had long hair forever…. down my back ending at my waist. It’s naturally curly although for years I didn’t think it was curly enough so I tortured it with a perm…. no I don’t know what I was thinking and yes I did end up looking like little orphan Annie. For the last 10 years or so I’ve just let it grow, getting it trimmed every once in a while and hacking at my bangs (yes I have bangs) when they got in my eyes. I’ve always had haircut anxiety so walking in the beauty shop was a major move on my part…. and then telling her to cut it ‘just above my shoulders’…well big bold move. I can’t say that I liked it right away…Stephanie (that’s who cut it) styled it and I knew I was in trouble when she got out the round brush and started making comments about Reba and Dallas. I walked away looking a bit puffy with not a curl in sight and when I walked in the front door of the house the look on Mr. Man’s face said it all. I marched right into the bathroom, stuck my head under the facet and scrunched until my head was full of curls. I like it….really really like it.

Friday night the daughter and I went to Carrabba’s Italian Grill, my favorite restaurant of all time and I confirmed that I can indeed go out to eat and still maintain tight control over my diabetes…GO ME. I had one and a half pieces of their yummy warm bread dipped in olive oil and spices, an Italian salad and Spiedino di Mare (shrimp and sea scallops coated with Italian breadcrumbs, grilled and topped with lemon butter sauce), garlic mashed potatoes, sautéed spinach, a glass of red wine and (I skipped the tiramisu) a bowl of vanilla ice cream with caramel and nuts that the daughter and I shared (the waitress and staff put a candle on it and sang happy birthday in Italian to me). I split my dinner in half and asked that it be boxed up so I could take it home (and I had that the next night for dinner…. oh so yummy the second time around). I tested before dinner and was at 82 and then tested again right before I went to Joyce’s to get in the hot tub about 80 minutes later and was at 135… within reason and I can handle that just fine, thank you very much.

Saturday I went shopping for ME stuff and bought myself a calligraphy set…. because…. well I have no idea why…. just wanted it…so there you go. A pair of shorts (size 14…woohoo) and new bra (like you really needed to know that) and some new makeup (I’m not a big makeup wearer so why I felt I really NEEDED to buy makeup is another mystery…. but what the heck). Mr. Man and I stayed home and because this is a ‘G’ rated blog (and because my mother reads this) I’ll refrain from any more detail on that. **Evil grin

Sunday I did girly things…painted my nails, messed with my new hairstyle, tried on all the old clothes in my closet that I saved because I was sure that I’d once again be thin enough to wear them…. I am and I’ll bet if I wait ten years or so they might actual come back in style. Threw away a bunch of out of date clothes, because I don’t feel like waiting ten years or so for them to come back in style. Went to dinner at John and Joyce’s and then came home and spent the rest of the evening reading, knitting and practicing calligraphy.

So I’ve decided to stay on the 850mg (x2) of Metformin instead of asking Dr. N to lower the dose…. last week I was riding in the 80’s and 90’s all the time and for some reason I thought it was time to drop my dose, but I think I just wasn’t eating enough to make my BG go up at all…. that might also be part of the reason I’ve hit another weight plateau…. my body thinks I’m starving it. This week I’m it the 90’s and 100’s…. go figure?

Oh and that whole not smoking thing…. sucks. I’ve broken down and had about 10 cigarettes since the 18th.