That’s the way I’m feeling tonight. My fitbit stats for today are embarrassing..of course, he is out walking the dog on her third walk of the day…and his!  Not only did I not move around today but I ate 3 pieces of peanut butter fudge and a chocolate chip cookie at the auction house tonight.  While I’m not really regretting the decision I made at the time, the sugar high now has me irritated.  That probably makes no sense at all.  I’ve been off the sugar for quite some time – and the way I feel now is exactly why I’ve given it up!  While I used to hate the weight I was carrying around and what it was doing to me – now I’m pretty sure I can feel the sugar granules scraping through my vessels.  That was a bit dramatic..but I’m so foggy I had to google granules to see how to spell it.

Which leads me directly into old age and forgetfulness.  I haven’t driven a vehicle for a couple of weeks…I know…that’s weird…I had to go to the post office today and I needed to use the windshield wipers to get the mist off the windshield and I couldn’t remember how to turn them on.  The entire trip to the post office had me RUMINATING on what is wrong with me – OMG – is this the first sign of dementia.  I tried to reassure myself.  I’m pretty sure that if I was driving down the street and it started raining, I would have done what I always do – by rote – I would have turned on the windshield wipers.  But just the fact that I tried to twist the little dial which activated the back wiper instead of clicking up or down on the huge lever that sticks out of the steering column had me questioning my mental health.

This windshield wiper thing had me messed up a few months ago when I couldn’t remember how to uses the delay twisting thing on that huge lever that sticks out of the steering column.  The one that has little lines to indicate if you want the wipers to swish fast or slow.

Jenny…if you are reading this – I’m perfectly fine – do not worry for a moment about me babysitting Jax 3 days a week but I think it is time to turn his car seat facing forward so he can help Grandma find her way around!


Until next time?

6 thoughts on “Torpid….

  1. I can soooo relate! I’m afraid to let my kids know half the stuff or they won’t let me watch their children!!! I looked for 2 presents everywhere in my house the other night-prob wasted over an hr. Gave up and sat down by the tree. There were 4 wrapped gifts at that tie. Than it hit me- what was in those 2 in the Frozen wrapping paper? Sure enough. I’d already wrapped the gifts i was looking for!!!! Dementia is setting in sister. Hate it!!! I decided instead of putting my 9 grand childrens names i would name them all a tree or a flower and not tell them until Christmas eve. My daughter said in s nice way/ mom, are you sure you csn handle that? Then i started becoming unsure. We’ll see!!! Just gotta laugh!! Sent from my iPhone



  2. I’m good today…turnip fries for lunch!!!


  3. OH Nina, I have tried to comment so many times and then I tried to send you a message via fitbit and that crashed too. I am having a bad electronics day. I think it is so cool that you gave up sugar. I hear such amazing stories from people who do that. One night of treats is just that, one night. Back on the path again today.


  4. Oh Nina…I can relate!! Recently, I was to meet my “him” for lunch. I went to the restaurant and got us a table for two and then waited…and waited…and waited. Finally he calls me. “Where are you?” I suddenly had absolutely no idea what restaurant I was at! In fact, I had to get my phone and “check-in” to see where I was! Of course, it turned out I was at the wrong restaurant, and so I went ahead and ordered and he went ahead and ordered where he was, and we didn’t have lunch together at a quaint little table for two. Maybe next time!


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