Damblamit, my herniated disk popped again this afternoon. I think I stressed it by walking so long yesterday with the wrong shoes, and then spent 8 hours in the kitchen today with my house slippers on instead of my work shoes. Silly of me.
Ah well. Did my exercises and am going to run a salty bath before bed and have a little scoop of canna fudge caramel. The shooting pains down my ass cheeks are special, but they haven’t traveled down my legs yet. Hopefully I can head that off with the exercises over the next few days, and just get on with it.
My friend picked up her food tonight, and I have to say seeing her so happy to know that she has real, wholesome food for the next five days filled my crusty broken heart with so much love. It was a wonderful exercise for me all day to drop down out of that terrible argumentative circular thinking, rehashing shit with the baker, and making myself crazy. To bring myself back again and again to a quiet loving attention to the prep and cooking. I feel very good about what I sent her home with tonight. It was nice to be paid, too. If I can find two or three more people who would sign up for the same thing, this could be a happy little side hustle. I can only scale that much before I would need to find a commercial kitchen, though.
Meeting with Maj on Friday to set up a soup plan for the winter for him, and will talk with Lu about the power bowls, they might be something she’d like to get, too.
Meanwhile, still trying to find a job/job. Not that I want one. But I need one.