The Kitchen is Closed

I always have trouble staying out of the kitchen at night. I have a tendency to raid the cabinets for snacks, but I'm trying to cut that out. I allow myself to have tea, pouring it out of my lovely blue teapot into nice cups, providing a treat that isn't calorie-laden. It's still hard, though.

I have an added incentive tonight, since I need to see my doctor tomorrow for some blood work that requires that I don't eat anything after 9pm tonight until I get my blood taken at about 9:30am tomorrow. I know that I've been better about the types of food I've been eating, and I know that I feel better, but I don't know what to expect from the tests. Last time, my blood glucose level (after fasting) was too high. The last thing I need as an unemployed person is a condition that requires regular meds, even with medical coverage that will continue for 12 months whether I get another job or not.

I weigh in tomorrow morning, too. I don't have high hopes for the result, though. I was good with regard to food, but terrible with exercise. It's been so cold, that I was left to my own devices indoors, and I was just not good about doing anything. Well, we'll see what happens.

The rest of the day tomorrow will be getting my tax info together, picking up veggies for dinner, and finishing laundry -- the never-ending chore. I'm looking forward to it, strangely enough. It always seems that working makes everything else take a back seat, and I'm getting to things (slowly but surely) that I've been putting off for a long time. I must be doing better if I'm seeing a silver lining even in the prospect of doing chores around the house.

Next week, my DH and I are going to splurge and go to hear Kenny Rankin at Jazz Alley. If my blood work comes out okay, I'm going to treat myself to a Guinness, too. Everyone needs a little extra treat now and again. For now, I just have to keep reminding myself that the kitchen is closed.