Attempting Kale Chips

A few things to talk about, but not anything terribly interesting (at least I don’t think).

First, my food and exercise victories!

I’ve been logging my food for ten whole days now. Yay me! Even when I misbehaved and ate crap (surprisingly not as often as I thought), I faithfully documented it.

I’ve slowly started exercising. I am sore as all hell today from my strength workout yesterday, but it’s a good feeling.

So far, down six pounds. So, yay.

I am currently attempting to make salt and vinegar chips out of kale. Kale is pretty, but it is not potato chips. We shall see how this turns out. They do smell nice roasting, however.

Visit with the new doctor was ok. She seemed competent, just her bedside manner wasn’t what I was used to in Dr. North and Jess. But, the important thing to take is that I’m healthy. My BP is a little high, but my cholesterol and glucose are in check. I do have a touch of hypothyroidism that she wants to observe, and a slight Vitamin D deficiency that she’s treating with the medical equivalent of a flamethrower. *shrugs* I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt for now.

I did want to write about something weird that happened the other day.

I think I burned my kale. Interesting, but my initial assessment of not potato chips stands.

I digress.

The other day, while I was waiting for some work issues to get straightened out, I received a FB message from the chief of the fire department I used to belong to. His father had recently passed, and they were doing a memorial. He said it would be nice if I could make it.

As I was waiting to work anyway, I got dressed and went down. I had a good time, was able to talk to Dan for quite awhile (it’s nice to know our friendship isn’t over, even if his wife does dislike me).

When I went to leave, I gave the chief a hug goodbye and he kissed me on the cheek. Then as I was pulling away he kissed me on the lips. His wife was maybe ten feet from us, otherwise occupied.

I didn’t react right away, except to keep moving. I said goodbye to his wife and then got into my car.

It was maybe a two second peck on the lips, but Dan had always told me chief kind of liked me. I felt really, really strange.

Even a few days later, I can still taste his lips on mine and it just makes me nauseous. Is that weird? I don’t think there was anything romantic to it, and I definitely could have misunderstood. It just made me really uncomfortable.

I told Sean about it. I was nervous, but I told him. He took it well and told me to think nothing of it. I didn’t mention the possibility of chief viewing me in a more than platonic way, because I really didn’t want to add fuel to the fire if it was, in fact, nothing.

I just…I thought Sean would be my last first kiss. And now he isn’t. It’s not like the guy jammed his tongue down my throat, but it still made me feel strange.

I dunno. Maybe I’m a weirdo.

In any event, my back has started seizing up on me. Time to dig out the heating pad and hope that helps.