It probably comes as no surprise, but I work on a reward system.
In other words, I bribe myself on a regular basis to live my life as a grown ass adult who should know better, but somehow has the operating capacity of a very lazy, very spoiled two year old.
On Friday afternoons, if I have attended all three of my dialysis treatments that week, I stop at the Starbucks for a treat.
For the last few months that treat has been a Venti Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew.
(Pause for your smirk when you realize what's coming next).
Do you have any idea how many calories are in one of those puppies?!
I sure didn't, but in an effort to get back on the wagon today I decided to look.
So when I pulled into the Starbucks today, I gave the lovely barista my long sob story over the speaker thingie in the drive-thru and told her that I am a portly spinster dialysis patient who treats herself to the Starbucks on Friday afternoons if I have attended all three of my treatments that week but that I need to lose another hundred pounds and make better life choices both in terms of my eating and drinking habits as well as the facacta shape of my eyebrows but I reallyreallyreally like that damn Venti Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew and I just cannot picture myself being a nonfat soy chai skinny type of person no matter how hard I pretend to be so.
A venti cold brew with no-sugar vanilla syrup and non-fat milk tastes EXACTLY like the full-sugar full-fat version for about one tenth the calories!!!
So apparently, I'm doing THIS now.
(But if you see me asking for the ranch dressing on the side instead of drinking a vat of it with a piece of lettuce, call somebody, because I've clearly been replaced by an alien.)
(Same goes for ordering a burger without the bun.)
Another good day on the machine, Dearies! I am very close to figuring out the trick, but I think it has to do with the addition of CBD oil to my treatment prep. For all I know, the hype is all hooey, but my therapist suggested it as a last resort, and the transplant team approved my use of it. I put a dropper full under my tongue on the way out the door and also rub a few drops onto my access site, and I seem to get through the needle insertion a little easier. It still hurts bad enough to make me see stars, but I don't go into full-on panic attack mode.
I stitched the entire treatment again today and watched Flosstube. Thanks to Danielle/Stitcherista and Pam and Steph/Just Keep Stitchin', I was grinning from ear to ear and enjoying myself completely.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a pool day here in Hoosierville. I haven't been to the pool yet this year because of weather and biopsies, but I am determined to remedy that if at all possible!
Happy, happy, Friday, my very sweet and precious friends! I hope your weekend is filled with all things wonderful! Come tell me all about it!