Stuck on Snack

I've probably mentioned this somewhere before, but I LOVE Dannon's Oikos key lime Greek yogurt. It's sweet and tart just like key lime pie should be and thick and creamy and delicious like a sinful snack should be. You know the commercial with the 2 crazy ladies who see John Stamos when they eat the yogurt? I don't see John Stamos, but I do scrape/lick the carton until it's clean. It keeps me from ripping into the chips and ice cream sandwiches the rest of the yahoos around here insist on eating. And the 11 grams of protein more than cover the 16 grams of sugars.

I pretend it's vegan, organic, and paleo.
I have the best imagination!

It's my go to snack when I'm stuck at work- like today. Not that I'm being all that productive. It's a rainy Sunday morning and I'd rather be curled up in bed finishing the book I started last night. I just feel lazy. I want to rock on the porch with a cup of tea. Instead, I'll eat my yogurt, watch it drizzle, then get back to work. I'm thinking of it as a willpower workout.

This afternoon, I promised my nephew to fix a few things on his bike. I'll put mine back on the trainer (haven't ridden since Thanksgiving! BAD ME!) and crank out some miles.

Do you have a go to work snack? Do rainy days make you feel lazy?

Giving Thanks

Yesterday, I took my dad to 2 doctors. When he worries about things, it doesn't come across as worry. It comes across as mean. Being the person confined in the vehicle with him means I'm often the target of his meanness. You do not get used to this, you just deal with it. He's been grumpier than usual lately and I wasn't looking forward to the trip, especially when I made the call to take him to the podiatrist before we left for the cancer doc in the city.

He has a foot infection and the home health wound care nurse was worried that the infection was in the bone.  I rushed him out of the house (I was running late). He was cranky (I was cranky) when we got to the office and asked if I'd grabbed the antibiotic and home health notebook. I'd forgotten. But when I pulled out a book to read he made me close it! Like I was 10 and failed a math test (the only math test I ever failed was a calc 1 final-- calculus is hard!) If this was going to be an indication of the day to come...

We waited in the lobby. We waited in the room. Crankiness was the rule. Then he saw the doc, who said it was actually healing, had good blood flow, and while it is a nasty infection and we have to keep a close eye on it, it is healing...

And the day was suddenly better. The trip to the city was pleasant. Dad told vampire jokes to the lab techs, ate pizza and didn't throw my Hint of Orange tea out the window. Why he doesn't love this stuff is beyond me...

A Favorite Thing