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Half of lunch already eaten. I think she’s on the mend. No further spits.How thoughtful of Betty! Hope lunch is a success.
Half of lunch already eaten. I think she’s on the mend. No further spits.How thoughtful of Betty! Hope lunch is a success.
Hoping dinner was a success as well, and breakfast!Half of lunch already eaten. I think she’s on the mend. No further spits.
Dinner was a success. She left a little on second dinner. But she ate breakfast in a timely fashion. There’s still a little left. But that will be gone by lunch.Hoping dinner was a success as well, and breakfast!
Yeah, I recall you have SAD. So hope you can get Betty's teef bright and shiny and healthy soon. And hope her Gaba will be enough to hold her until she gets her new supply. Elvis didn't do a great job on yesterday's brunch, but he improved with salmon for dinner. This morning he's doing well on his chicken & turkey, a favorite.Dinner was a success. She left a little on second dinner. But she ate breakfast in a timely fashion. There’s still a little left. But that will be gone by lunch.
I thought I had a few more days left on her Gabapentin. But I figured since I was likely to run out over the weekend, I got her refill rolling on Tuesday. I didn’t get the text until too late last night. This morning it looks like I have one or two doses left. I will be picking up the new stash at lunch today.
I think I’m going to call the dentist next week. Let’s see if I can get her in over the summer before my seasonal depression returns and puts it off for another six months.
Apparently getting things done is a struggle for most neurodivergents. It's a hallmark of the neurotypes and has a few different names like executive function challenges and pathological demand avoidance. And my own term for it: a bad case of the don't-wannas. I have intuitively known that I struggle with this more than others even before discovering my neurodivergence. It has since become part of my masking. Someone once described those things you have to do as rocks in a fish bowl. If you fill up your bowl with little rocks, you'll have very little room left for the big rocks. The big rocks being the important things that need to get done. The bowl is your capacity to get stuff done in a day or a week. I prefer to take a weekly view. Ever since I heard this (probably twenty some years ago), I have strived to identify my biggest rock for the week and just see if I can get a big rock or two taken care of every week. The little ones will either get done in my periods of hyper-focus, or they will prove too little and slip through without any action needed. For me, there also seems to be a seasonality to this. I am much more able to get things done in warmer temperatures and brighter days. Last week's big rock was call Mom for Mother's Day and navigate her need to mother with my need to not feel excessively coddled. Oh and the speakers delivery. Yes receiving deliveries and making sure they actually get here is quite a huge rock for me. This week, my big rocks are getting Betty's gabapentin refilled (picking that up today) and getting my toilet repaired. The water didn't shut off after a flush. So I have shut off the water at the valve and simply turn it back on when I needed more water in the tank. I have been doing this for an embarrassingly long time because I didn't want to try to put my neurodivergent gut on maintenance's schedule. But there was a "call to schedule an appointment" option on the service form that I wish I knew about earlier. We just got it done this morning. Betty stayed in her cave and endured the maintenance guy coming in an out a couple of times like a pro. I had a bit more anxiety as we're running up against my meeting time and I get nervous in my gut. But I made it. Now I can relax having tackled my two big rocks this week. I think calling the dentist for Betty is my big rock for next week.Yeah, I recall you have SAD. So hope you can get Betty's teef bright and shiny and healthy soon. And hope her Gaba will be enough to hold her until she gets her new supply. Elvis didn't do a great job on yesterday's brunch, but he improved with salmon for dinner. This morning he's doing well on his chicken & turkey, a favorite.
Excessively YES. Except I am also OCD and I want, need, HAVE TO do everything yesterday. Anything not done stresses me beyond beyond. Even if it's other people who need to do the things I need done. Right now I'm waiting on two such, and it's not comfy. As to nervous gut, oh, yeah. Fortunately I have two toilets, one of which my roomie, I'm convinced, tried to kill (how exactly do you kill a toilet? And why would you?). The pain is just something to be lived with. *Glad you got yours fixed!* I've changed how I deal with don't-wannas. Those are what I dive into first, now. Because once those are done, I'm left with less unpleasant/more pleasant things to deal with.Apparently getting things done is a struggle for most neurodivergents. It's a hallmark of the neurotypes and has a few different names like executive function challenges and pathological demand avoidance. And my own term for it: a bad case of the don't-wannas. I have intuitively known that I struggle with this more than others even before discovering my neurodivergence. It has since become part of my masking. Someone once described those things you have to do as rocks in a fish bowl. If you fill up your bowl with little rocks, you'll have very little room left for the big rocks. The big rocks being the important things that need to get done. The bowl is your capacity to get stuff done in a day or a week. I prefer to take a weekly view. Ever since I heard this (probably twenty some years ago), I have strived to identify my biggest rock for the week and just see if I can get a big rock or two taken care of every week. The little ones will either get done in my periods of hyper-focus, or they will prove too little and slip through without any action needed. For me, there also seems to be a seasonality to this. I am much more able to get things done in warmer temperatures and brighter days. Last week's big rock was call Mom for Mother's Day and navigate her need to mother with my need to not feel excessively coddled. Oh and the speakers delivery. Yes receiving deliveries and making sure they actually get here is quite a huge rock for me. This week, my big rocks are getting Betty's gabapentin refilled (picking that up today) and getting my toilet repaired. The water didn't shut off after a flush. So I have shut off the water at the valve and simply turn it back on when I needed more water in the tank. I have been doing this for an embarrassingly long time because I didn't want to try to put my neurodivergent gut on maintenance's schedule. But there was a "call to schedule an appointment" option on the service form that I wish I knew about earlier. We just got it done this morning. Betty stayed in her cave and endured the maintenance guy coming in an out a couple of times like a pro. I had a bit more anxiety as we're running up against my meeting time and I get nervous in my gut. But I made it. Now I can relax having tackled my two big rocks this week. I think calling the dentist for Betty is my big rock for next week.
Good on ya for the workouts! Maybe Betty will help you with the laundry...I’m on the throne in my second office. And Betty comes around the corner and stops and gets low. I think maybe she’s hunting a bug. I call to her and she sees me. She doesn’t usually come into the bathroom with me (except rare late nights to sing in the shower.) But in she walks and now I get it. She’s playing “what’s that smell?” And it’s not from inside the toilet. I did a dumbbell workout in my run trunks this afternoon and haven’t changed out of them. Laundry day is past due. She stuck her nose into my trunks around my ankles and walked away satisfied knowing it’s just us two animals in this home. Betty just told me I stink from across the hall. But she loves me anyway. I was doing dumbbell floor presses earlier and she was sniffing my pits. Some spotter.
That looks like a good weigh-in, Ms. Betty! *And yes, time to finish off that breakfast without any worries!*This week: 9.76.
Last few weeks: 9.84
She does have a small remainder still on the plate. And several more hours before lunch. Not worried. She has weight to lose.
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The phone is much the same as the old one except that I have the latest iOS and apps are no longer telling me to upgrade iOS to continue receiving updates. I needed to do that to get the new app for the speakers to add to my system.That looks like a good weigh-in, Ms. Betty! *And yes, time to finish off that breakfast without any worries!*
BTW, how are you liking the speakers? And the phone?
Well YEAH! I eat dinner there, then clean it up, put dishes away, and come back ready to watch, uh, sleep the evening away! Wish Elvis would do what Betty's doing there. What a blissful scenario!Now I remember why I don’t watch TV from bed except to sleep. I just want to go to sleep. So does Betty. I just hope we wake for our respective dinners.
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Betty's a cuddler. We do that every morning after meds going into third sleep. Sometimes we'll do that at bedtime too. But lately, she's been making a dent on her second dinner and then retiring to the office or the shark cave while I'm flossing and brushing my teeth. (She's always down for an afternoon spoon.) I'm a side sleeper and prefer to sleep on my right side. Betty prefers my left side. If I'm not facing left, she may say, "fluff it anyway" and go butt-to-butt with me like an old married couple. And every now and then, I'm sleeping on my back expecting her to take her chest/shoulder spot, and she does the Krista: she lays on my chest. Betty is also a big face smoosher. If my face is at her level, I'm getting a face full of her face. "Just keep out of my eyes, please. No pink eye!"Well YEAH! I eat dinner there, then clean it up, put dishes away, and come back ready to watch, uh, sleep the evening away! Wish Elvis would do what Betty's doing there. What a blissful scenario!
We do pretty much all of the above; I switch sides a fair amount and if he wants to be under the covers, he'll be the spoon inside the spoon on either side. He won't stay long, though. If I'm just watching TV, sometimes he'll climb onto my chest and rub noses. These nights, though, he prefers his lookout onto the patio, because he seems to love seeing our downstairs neighbors coming in or out of there before or after they've foraged. Maybe he thinks they're pseudo-catlike?Betty's a cuddler. We do that every morning after meds going into third sleep. Sometimes we'll do that at bedtime too. But lately, she's been making a dent on her second dinner and then retiring to the office or the shark cave while I'm flossing and brushing my teeth. (She's always down for an afternoon spoon.) I'm a side sleeper and prefer to sleep on my right side. Betty prefers my left side. If I'm not facing left, she may say, "fluff it anyway" and go butt-to-butt with me like an old married couple. And every now and then, I'm sleeping on my back expecting her to take her chest/shoulder spot, and she does the Krista: she lays on my chest. Betty is also a big face smoosher. If my face is at her level, I'm getting a face full of her face. "Just keep out of my eyes, please. No pink eye!"
The link leads me to SuperOffers(dot)com and no weight bench.tarasgirl06 do you have a recommendation for a weight bench or what features or brands I should look at?
I'm not sure I want to go all-in like I did with my speakers and vacuum. I'm alright with a starter bench and growing into a better one through use and wisdom.
I was looking at this one.
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But the reviews say there is only one decline option. And I'm not sure if that means something to me. My workout workbook has me doing decline chest presses in bridge position to get the decline and the core strength workout. Since Betty is no help as a spotter, I am only interested in dumbbells and NOT barbells. I'd rather lose a shoulder than a ribcage, a windpipe, a spine, etc. Lot less trouble I can get into with dumbbells. And maybe kettlebells. Betty doesn't use her ripple rug. So that's going to become my home gym space. Especially since there is a ceiling fan overhead (gotta mind those overhead exercises though) and a full length double closet door mirrors. I like that the weight bench folds up because then I can also use that space for yoga. I'm not sure why I haven't tried this before. Oh yeah! Cats! Yoga was/is cat wrangling and wrassling. All the more reason to get me off the floor and onto a bench when slinging weights!