Good grief, the weeks fly by. One minute it’s last Friday, and the next thing I know, I wake up and it’s this Friday.
AND i’m not doing so well this week in terms of food and nutrition. Too many carbs. My glucose levels are not always as low as I want. Last night, I ate a whole sleeve of Ritz crackers right before I went to bed. That is NOT GOOD.
My step count is decent thought – apparently, I hit my 7,000/day average goal over the last 7 days, although I’m surprised to see that. It didn’t seem like I was doing that well. I guess this why we rely on actual data rather than what it “seems like.” 🙂
My weight is inching up a bit though – not actually gaining, just showing up in the upper ends of my range. Which is another reason to get the food situation under control again.
But i miss carbs. Pasta. Doritos. I love those things soooo much, you don’t know. Ice cream. Ice cream is the best. Sigh. And it’s not like I can’t ever have any, but that’s a slippery slope, one that i’m all too ready to slide down with gusto.
Sir and i have been having date night, and that’s been great, but not playtime. Which has been ok, i haven’t actually been in the mood. But I think i probably need to be spanked.
i think – i might be wrong, but i think – that Sir is not pushing it because of the things that are happening in this country with men and abuse and so on. i think he’s been wise to not push, i have been having a really hard time. And of course it’s not the same at all.
But still. I have felt like my skin was over-sensitive, like – like i would cringe away from touch. Yeah.
So now i need to ask him. i think i can do that. Of course i can do that. There was a time that i wouldn’t have, but the times, they are a-changing. i will just say it.
(Yes, i have to do this… If you can’t see it or play, it’s Bob Dylan from 1964 doing “The Times They Are A-Changing.” Of course.)
I’ll just do it. “Sir, i think i need to be spanked, please.”
i can do that. Of course i can. And then he’ll do it and we’ll both be glad we did.
Maybe i’ll practice saying it first. In the mirror. But it would be silly not to do it. It’s like it’s own special form of self-care.
Oh, hmmmm, I just did it. He’s sitting at the table near-by (and can’t see what i’m writing.) But i just leaned over and quietly said it.
And he agreed. With some enthusiasm. And thanked me for acknowledging the need and asking. Sweet!! And now i don’t have to worry about it anymore.