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I don't like watching Poirot while knitting. I keep missing nuance because I'm not really looking away from my yarn.
I also really dislike the "how to lose weight" idea of waiting until one is actually hungry to eat. It means I eat crappier food because I'm too hungry to wait for real food to cook right. I also eat more because of the demonstrable shortage wherein I was hungry enough to feel uncomfortable. (I'm a wimp.) There is no discernible difference for me between "huh, the clock says it's past lunchtime, whatever" and the early stages of hunger where I could put together a nice lunch and just be hungry when it was ready.
I also try to shop for groceries several hours after eating, verging on the next meal. Otherwise I have no interest in food and neglect to buy ingredients that would be useful later in the week.
I had a very small world experience last night. Simon* came home and described a knitter on the bus. It was someone I know.
The doctor's office completely sucks about calling people. Simon* had tests done last week and they said Tuesday, I asked them to call, they didn't call. It's Wednesday now. I guess I could call them but that would mean I've pestered them every single day this week and they're going to be annoyed.
I'm supposed to schedule a mammogram. I've never gone before. Can't tell how scary it's supposed to be. Of the 6 women I've asked, 2 said it was horrible, 2 said it was nothing, 2 said it was socially uncomfortable and wasn't nice physically but didn't hurt. 2 of those women went to the place I'd go. *sigh* It's probably a good idea to go anyway.
I'm taking the coffee woman out for coffee and cake later today. But for now I'm going to go put my lunch in the oven. If I stand real close, my fingers will thaw out.
I also really dislike the "how to lose weight" idea of waiting until one is actually hungry to eat. It means I eat crappier food because I'm too hungry to wait for real food to cook right. I also eat more because of the demonstrable shortage wherein I was hungry enough to feel uncomfortable. (I'm a wimp.) There is no discernible difference for me between "huh, the clock says it's past lunchtime, whatever" and the early stages of hunger where I could put together a nice lunch and just be hungry when it was ready.
I also try to shop for groceries several hours after eating, verging on the next meal. Otherwise I have no interest in food and neglect to buy ingredients that would be useful later in the week.
I had a very small world experience last night. Simon* came home and described a knitter on the bus. It was someone I know.
The doctor's office completely sucks about calling people. Simon* had tests done last week and they said Tuesday, I asked them to call, they didn't call. It's Wednesday now. I guess I could call them but that would mean I've pestered them every single day this week and they're going to be annoyed.
I'm supposed to schedule a mammogram. I've never gone before. Can't tell how scary it's supposed to be. Of the 6 women I've asked, 2 said it was horrible, 2 said it was nothing, 2 said it was socially uncomfortable and wasn't nice physically but didn't hurt. 2 of those women went to the place I'd go. *sigh* It's probably a good idea to go anyway.
I'm taking the coffee woman out for coffee and cake later today. But for now I'm going to go put my lunch in the oven. If I stand real close, my fingers will thaw out.
