Prednisone Fall

I was a disciplined eater on Sunday, but on Monday morning my eye caught the roti, and I was devouring some before going on our walk. I could eat roti for every meal. And then I had a blueberry pop tart after our walk when I shared my batch with my fellow dog walkers.

I wish I wasn’t dieting because I’d love to make more breads. I’m building my confidence about working with dough. I’ve never been a keen yeast user, but maybe it’s time to try it again. However, I may never stop making roti and other flatbreads because they are so, so delicious.

A couple of times a day, I go out to look at the clover, and it thrills me to see it taking root. Here’s a beautiful light green hue to the surface of the land where I sowed the seed, and as we get more sunshine, it gets brighter and brighter green. I’ve had great luck with my gardening. I hope this wonderful ground cover takes.

The pop tarts went over very well. It was a bright brisk morning (10°), perfect weather for our walk. It is such a comfortable time of year, bright and sunny but then wonderfully comfortable in the afternoons. Nature is so inspiring, and it has been an immense part of my recovery here on Gabriola.

When we got home, I needed to lie down. Coming off prednisone can leave me flat a day or so after I stop, and I reckon that is what was happening with me. I had no energy on the walk, but my breathing was fine. And when I woke up, I thought, “Fuck it!” And I ate some more roti and had a bit of meat. Dieting can wait. There is too much good food in my fridge. I made a batch of pesto, and I want it for dinner. More carbs. I’ll diet more later. Thanksgiving’s coming, it’s time to eat and have a good time.

I was living in the land of the living dead all day. The prednisone fall, after a week of being high on it. Mid-afternoon, I took a prescription into the pharmacy and then Her Highness and I went for a walk around our favourite meadow. Then we went to Rollo Park to play fetch, after which, I came home and got immediately into the spa.

I overate at dinner. It was an entirely self-indulgent coming-off-prednisone day, and it had to end early. I was toast and went to bed at eight o’clock! And I slept like a rock until 5:30 this morning. 

I have set myself a chore for the day. I’ve got to move a large bookcase and then pull the fridge out into the room so that I can put some braces behind it to stop the fridge from receding when I close the door firmly. The braces will hold the fridge in place where I want it. I must really push the door closed or it leaks air, and frost builds up, and when I do so now, the fridge moves and that must stop.

It's going to be a beauty of a day. I’ll be disciplined about food, and we’ll have some lovely walks.