Saturday's Antics

I'm typically a hot-blooded person.  I'm always hot.  Since having the surgery, however, I find myself being cold more and more frequently.  I'm thrilled that my insulation is melting away, but am I ready to be cold?  Winter in NY is gonna be brutal if that's the case!  It's a beautiful day today, low humidity, highs in the low 70s.  My idea of perfection.  I sat in the sun for a while and did work up a sweat, but as soon as that sun disappeared behind a cloud, out came the goosebumps.  I just spent the last hour out in the backyard, watching my kids play and visiting with a friend, and I froze my ass off.  Granted, I wasn't sitting in the sun anymore, but no one else seems to be cold.  (Jess was, but she's used to a warmer climate).  So I guess that's something else to get used to.

Tonight will be my first foray into the "party scene" without being able to drink.  It's girls' night at the Pine Tree (a local bar, for those of you who don't know).  Me?  I'll be drinking water with a lemon wedge rather than my usual Michelob Ultra.  I hate being the only sober person...drunk people are annoying.  Unless you're one of them, then they're fun!  I know I can drink again in 6 months, and that's fine.  It makes me wonder though--when I can drink again, can I have beer?  Are carbonated beverages out of my life for good?  I guess that's a question for my next doctor's visit.  Or for one of my friends that is further along in their new lifestyle than I am.

Since I'm going out tonight, and it's getting on in the evening, I am planning on grilling hot dogs for the family and cooking up some fresh sweet corn.  I was reading the label on the hot dogs...16 grams of fat and 170 calories for ONE hot dog.  One.  Uno.  Singular.  That's friggin ridiculous.  I bought the Oscar Meyer bun-lengths (that were on sale) advertising "no artificial flavors, colors, fillers, or by-products".  I guess it makes me feel better that my family isn't eating lips and asses, but that seems like a high amount of fat.  I'm not going to obsess about it anymore though.  We've all eaten hot dogs, and no one has been damaged so far...that I know of.  Let's hope the dive headfirst into the corn and not care too much about the 'dogs.

What am I having, you ask?  My mother is growing eggplant in her garden, and yesterday she gave me one.  I sliced it lengthwise, drizzled it with olive oil, and sprinkled on black pepper and barbeque seasoning.  I'm going to grill it and see how that works out for me.  I'm a little excited...about a vegetable.  Who'da thunk it?