A Satisfying Day

Well, I have lost 4 and a half pounds, which brings me to 275. I am well pleased with my progress this week. Tomorrow is the day when I can eat anything I want. I've become too used to thinking of my blood sugar to go hog wild; the big indulgences I am planning are milk and cheese. I believe I will make Fridays my day to post about my weight and health progress, even though I will be weighing myself every day. That's because Saturday is cheat day and I'd like my situation to be fresh in my mind as I go into that.

With that said, I am in the process of making cinnamon rolls right now. I'm preparing the dough tonight and letting it rise overnight in the refrigerator. Tomorrow all I will have to do is roll them out and bake them. Two pans are going to be picked up by Angie, one for her and Kelli, and one for her friend. I was very flattered that her friend liked them so much he asked for more. Angie wanted to pay me, but flour and sugar are cheap, and I needed to make them anyway. The rest of the cinnamon rolls are to be consumed at the game tomorrow and at the church on Sunday, after the baptismal service. It doesn't hurt my feelings to not be able to eat them. They're for making other people happy, sweet yeasty coins for the social economy. I'm very grateful to Skatters for pointing this recipe out in passing, because it has given me a specialty that I can get good at and become known for. It's not a difficult recipe to follow, all there is to distinguish it is technique in handling the dough, and I can develop that. I just wish the milk would hurry up and cool down so I can add the yeast and make the dough, because it's going to need an hour for the initial rising before I put it in the fridge. I'm already going to be after 10pm getting to bed.

I've been making progress on getting to bed earlier, but I am still not managing to do it by 9pm. I'm still groggy and loathe to get up at 6am for work. Of course, last night I was restless with my knees hurting for some reason, very unusual. They're just fine today, so whatever. I'm looking forward to beginning aquacise in February, because my joints don't generally hurt and I would like to keep it that way. Water exercise will be good to get me moving and more flexible, because I've been pretty inert the past 8 years. It's part of the plan, one of the First Goals.

After work was finished for today, I was suddenly struck by the urge to go see a movie. This is unusual for me, because I am traditionally very shy about going out where there are people. I am embarrassed about the way that I look, so much so that I avoid it as much as possible. But I was bound and determined that Captain Husband and I were going to have a movie date. He was delighted by the idea, and after we ate an early supper we went to the Grand to go see True Grit.

It was very enjoyable. I read the book a long time ago, as a junior-high schooler. I was always picking up Dad's westerns after he was finished with him, and True Grit was one that he had. I had wondered how true to the story they were going to be; the rattlesnakes and running the pony to death were key points I was curious to see. It was a good story, often funny, with dialogue that sounded like that letters they wrote in those days. I was surprised by Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon; I was expecting something a little more Hollywood out of them, but they were willing to be a little pudgy and shabby and just the tiniest bit absurd. They were like two character actors rather than two leading men, which I liked. The girl who played Mattie was good at portraying the self-possession the part called for, but every now and then leaking a little bit of unsureness. Mattie wasn't superhuman, after all, just a very unusual and determined girl.

Thus I end my day, satisfied with what I've done and looking forward to what I'll do tomorrow. I'll get to do some baking. I'll get to see Angie. I'll be getting together with the guys for gaming all afternoon and evening. I'll be prepped for the reception on Sunday. I like where I am at right now. I still have these weird gnawing moments, strange feelings that are almost desperate, but it is unclear what they are or what they mean. They pass quickly, and then I'm able to motorboat along. I'm trying to be more mindful, so that I can understand these feelings someday, but I'm also not going to dwell on them. Today was a good day.