Seriously. I’m wigging out. After what happened the last time, I vowed to NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER fully assemble a tiered cake before transporting it. And yet. I have already done it. I have my Aunt and Uncle’s 50th anniversary cake sitting in my fridge, fully assembled (except for the topper and roses), waiting for me to deliver it to their party. I’m gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiie!! I know it’s going to be OK (it has to be!) since I didn’t repeat the mistake I made last time and I HAVE transported a fully assembled tiered cake before with success, but it is so nerve wracking even thinking about carrying the cake to the car, let alone driving it and watching it wiggle and wobble with each turn during the drive.
So I guess you can tell what I’ve been up to lately. Making and decorating cake. My right arm, especially my hand, is so tired and cranky from squeezing a piping bag (I made at least 30 roses and did a basket weave on three tiers of cake–that’s a whole lotta squeezing) for hours on end that I think I’m going to count that as my exercise for the day (especially since I didn’t have time to actually exercise!).
Ugh. I will put my worries in prayer. God is the only one who can give me peace right now. I get so stressed out with cakes, I often wonder why in the world I do them! I think it must be the feeling of accomplishment (and relief!) once I’m finished with them. That feeling is kind of elating. But is it worth this stress? I guess it must be or I’d quit.
I think I’m losing it. This is supposed to be my weigh-in post, not a therapy session on my cake insanity. So let’s get to it.
Weight: 152.8 (+2 lbs=boooooo)
Vitamins/veggies: I didn’t do too good on this. I think I missed my vitamin at least twice and some days I might have only gotten two servings of veggies.
Exercise: this was hard since I’ve been preoccupied but the only session I missed was my cardio today so I’m still rocking the exercise pretty hard. Me and Billy Blanks are best frenemies now. I really let him have it while we do Tae Bo together. I love to hate him.
Blood sugar: I was so upset about my average last week that I didn’t even post it but I’ll do that now. Last week it spiked to an average of 181 and this week it’s down to 149, which is 9 points higher than my Hot 100 goal. I’m trying to figure out the exact number of insulin units to take per a certain amount of carbs but my body does not like this strategy b/c the first week it said “1 unit for every 10 carbs” and then the next week it said “1 unit for every 5” and this week it’s saying “1 unit for every five in the morning and afternoon, then 1 unit for every 10 in the evening.” Of course for me to figure that out, I have all kinds of spikes and lows in between. This is a constant source of frustration for me and some weeks I feel like I have a great handle on it and others I wonder if I’ll ever really be in control.
So. I’m getting myself a family doctor because I want to know if I have some sort of hormonal imbalance that might be causing my always changing insulin-sensitivity and resistance. I am working crazy hours this month (I work for the Post Office and this is the busiest mailing season) but I want to get an appointment with a family doctor in January b/c I’ve had it with this helpless feeling. I also need to get a handle on this yeast infection thing because although I’m keeping it under control right now, I have to use a boric acid capsule every stinkin’ day (when I don’t it comes back) and that’s just absurd.
So that’s what’s up with me. My apologies to those people with blogs–I just haven’t been able to keep up with them this week but hopefully I’ll catch up next week if I’m not working the hours they’re threatening us with at work. Next time I post, I’ll be sure to include pics of the cake–let’s hope it’s all in one piece too!!