Crunch

Boredom. That is my nemesis.

I have figured out, I get bored a lot. And when I get bored, I want to munch, munch munch. I want salt, I want crunchy. Because evidently, crunchy=excitement. It makes no sense, but that's how my mind works. Popcorn is a godsend. Shhh don't tell my doc, they are on the hardline of no popcorn EVER again, but yeah, that is just not realistic for me. I do try to buy higher quality and hull-less popcorn whenever possible. But. Seems to me, I need to find a way to alter this boredom, instead of find lower calorie ways to appease it.

At night it is worse. When it gets dark and I am winding down for the night (9 or 10pm) I have to keep myself busy. I knit, I read, I play with my granddaughter if she is still awake. I play with the dogs, I go online, I take a shower. And during all of this, I am thinking about crunch, crunch crunch. I could have some popcorn or a cookie or a handful of chips or crackers. Just that crunchy texture.

I am doing well on the weight loss front. Still losing regularly. I am down to 173.6, so I am  happy with that.

My granddaughter will call everyone but me by name...mommy, daddy, nana, (she calls my son Marcus Dan for some reason) Boppa (grandpa). Me...she calls dum, dum-mommy or dummy. I know what she means. But ouch. I know one day I will miss this, but when she comes running in and yells "Hey dummy...'mon" There is that momentary flash back to my dad. I'm not a dummy.

I am so ready to finish up this house stuff and get moved. I have so many plans on decorating and just living there that I need to get going! I am like this at Christmas too. I am not good at waiting for things. I am the one who, at Christmas, has figured out all the gifts and is just as happy to know what they are.