The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #165433 Message #4004707
Posted By: Charmion
16-Aug-19 - 09:11 AM
Thread Name: De-clutter & Fitness: House, job, life - 2019
Subject: RE: De-clutter & Fitness: House, job, life - 2019
Good luck with Facebook, Stilly. I do not understand how it works, and never have; I know that its primary purpose is to shove advertising under my nose, and that helps me endure its vagueries.
We had ceiling fans in our Ottawa house and I loved them. I wish we had them here and maybe we will, once the bank account recovers from all the masonry that has been taking place over the summer. Cleaning them was a major production involving stepladders, buckets of soapy water and rather a lot of swearing.
Speaking of the bank account, we are currently deep in the red, and I have to write two more cheques that will put us completely out to sea. Legal Aid and the Public Prosecution Service owe us money -- oh, how they owe us money! -- and we will just have to tread water until the ship comes in. When it does, Rodney the HVAC Guy gets the next lump of out-going capital. So no ceiling fans this summer, and the bedroom is still painted purple. I've been hating that purple paint for two years now, but I fear I'm getting used to it.
Last week, we went to Goderich for a week of diddly tunes and restaurant food; consequently, my fingers blistered and my feet swelled up like rugby balls. After five days at home, the feet are back to normal and have actually stopped hurting, and the fingers have new calluses. So, progress.
Remembering Stilly's occasional references to "intermittent fasting", I did some googling and reading of scholarly-ish articles on the subject. Since we moved to Stratford, I have put on about fifteen very unwanted pounds that just won't go away and, rather than buy new trousers, I decided on Monday to give this intermittent fasting thing a whirl. This morning, I weigh four and a half pounds less than I did on Tuesday -- the result, I'm sure, of eating far less salt than I was getting in Goderich, and the disappearance of the bloat in my feet. Fast days are all about vegetables and tea, and no fun at all. Himself, fortunately, does not make waves about what I eat or don't, except that he still doesn't get it that I no longer want to eat bacon first thing in the morning.
I despair of my vanity with respect to ankles and the apparent thickness thereof. I used to have the kind of feet that looked good in cute shoes, but injuries and arthritis have put cute shoes firmly into the rear-view mirror. Sneakers with orthotic insoles are now an everyday reality, but the vanity persists. I believe Mr Ecclesiastes had something to say on that subject, and it wasn't kind. I can't say I wasn't warned.