So yes, I added a hot toddy into my daily routine, for the time being. Just before bedtime, I boil the kettle, figure out what type of herbal tea I feel like dressing up with a shot of bourbon, lemon and honey, and then settle down with my lovely little nighttime cocktail. My daughter suggested this, what a smart child I raised. I think she suggested it as a temporary measure to battle the head cold, but I am considering adding it permanently. It’s a rather nice way to end the day. Sure beats taking a sleeping pill.
Living on my own I realize that I have become rather lazy in certain aspects. Meals fall in this area. When Kevin was alive every meal was planned out, both while he was healthy and especially after he became ill. Meal planning became even more important when he was diagnosed with cancer. He had to keep his protein intake up and, when he was in chemotherapy, he really didn’t feel like eating. His deal with me was that when he ate, and what he ate, I would have to eat too. The thing was, some of the stuff, especially the asparagus soup episode, I really didn’t like. A deal is a deal though. I suffered through it as did he. It made for a lot of meal preparation, planning, eating and clean-up. Now that he’s gone I find that I just don’t feel like cooking, or planning or preparing for my meals. I still have an appetite; just have gotten a little lazy. Enter the cruise – wow, food galore, all hours of the day, all made by somebody else – perfect!
But now I am back to reality – five pounds heavier, and with a renewed appetite. What a shock when I opened the refrigerator and saw how empty it was. More of a shock when I saw that what was on the shelves was pretty much all bottles and jars long past their expiration dates. Time to get interested in things again. Time to pick up and put some effort into meal planning, prepping and cooking. My intentions are good, but then this is a good day. They come and they go. I’m still riding the roller coaster.