Stopped by the Gettin’ Sto’ on the way home, because being almost out of toothpaste AND down to the last roll of T.P. was something up with which I would not put.
Got home, started eating a protein-heavy snack (salmon, cheese) and thought, “Man, I want some bread. Dammit, I was JUST AT THE STORE.”
But the heart (and stomach) wants what it wants.
I had already changed out of work clothes into lounging PJs, but figured, “It’s Wal-Mart. What, are the fashion police gonna arrest me?”
So off I went, to see what they had. I really wanted mini tubes of whomp croissants, but that entire area was cleared out. They had exactly 3 regular-sized tubes of croissants, and I figured, “Eff it, I’ll take leftovers to work!” Got one of those, then also got an individual butter croissant, a Gouda-filled pastry, plus the take-and-bake bread (sourdough! 
) that I really wanted.
All in all, I bellied up to the register with FOUR carbs to go with my carbs, and also, carbs. Plus, some more carbs.
Oh, yeah, speaking of work … for those following the Shoe Learns To Kick Ass Saga, today I carved up TWO BRISKETS and not only did I not cut myself, I did pretty good at each, too.
So sayeth InCrPoo who checked my work on each.
Finally, I want to add this: when I started this job, it physically kicked my ass every day. Mentally, too, since it was so unfamiliar (I’d waitressed & run cash register, but never back of house/food prep stuff) but for weeks, months even, I came home every day just whupped to the core. Didn’t help that it was summer & that place gets hot y’all.
Anyway, today I got home after a full shift on my feet - I took a 5-minute smoke break in my car & sat down, but no proper lunch break and was otherwise busy all day - but when I came home, after I changed socks & put on different boots, I took myself out for a long-ish (probably a mile or so) ramble in the snow around my neighborhood.
Not exhausted, not tired beyond thinking … and happy to take a walk.
I’ve come a long way since I started this job, in a lot of ways. Physically, mentally, emotionally … weird, considering it’s “just” a crappy food service job.
This - and all your other wonderful news about eating “normal” foods & cutting down your meds - is fabulous news. I am so very happy for you! 