Wake Up Call

This morning, I woke up in the guest bedroom of my in-law’s house. I didn’t sleep that well the bed was not that comfortable and I could feel the dip in the mattress. My hip was a little sore. Outside it was still raining. My productivity was going to be so low today. I could just feel it.

When I went into their guest bathroom, I noticed they had a scale. Typically I avoid scales like the plague. I don’t like to get on them, as soon as I do I obsess about it and it isn’t good, but I decided what the hell I will get on it. I tapped the scale with my foot and waited until it read 0.0. Then I stood on the scale and tried to make sure I was standing tall and even, but I was looking down. I didn’t want to make any noise and drag the scale across the floor. I didn’t want anyone to know I was weighing myself. I hadn’t weighed myself in so long, so maybe I wasn’t standing as even and tall as one should to make my weight distribute properly. The scale read 180.0. I said, there is no way (I did have clothing on.)

I got off the scale and then went downstairs. My husband was sipping coffee on the couch with his dad watching the News. I was so in my head. I made some coffee and then went to go sit on the other couch. Drew smiled at me and I smiled back. In my head, I was obsessing about the scale.

When his mom woke up, she made some coffee and was in the kitchen. I asked her how accurate the scale is in the upstairs bathroom. She said it is pretty accurate, why? I said, well then I am in trouble. It says that I weigh 180 pounds. She said, oh wow. I said I know. We started talking about the Keto Diet. My mother-in-law has been doing it for three years now and has lost weight and is in much better shape than she was. I looked through her recipe book and I was determined to try it. I needed to do it. I needed to make a change. She said, “No more Starbucks.” (She knows me so well). She said, “When you go to Starbucks, get a coffee with espresso and cream. No fancy drinks.” I nodded. She is right. I need to cut out sugar.

For breakfast, his dad made us omelets with eggs, cheese, ham, and veggies. I looked at his mom and said, “can I eat this?” She said, “Yes you can.” She toasted me a piece of her Keto bread. It was a little softer than real bread and not as crunchy. It was going to be an adjustment, but I needed to do something. I needed to change. I forced down the bread and enjoyed the omelet.

Today was going to be the day that I start the Keto lifestyle. My mother-in-law packed up some leftovers for us, and something to help me start the Keto process. She printed out her cream sauce recipe that is Keto friendly, that she used on all her meats in order to keep it from getting boring.  I can do this. It is just going to require some meal prep and effort.

On the way home, I stopped at Lens Crafters and picked up my glasses. They needed adjusted a bit, and I was good to go. When we got home, we brought the stuff in the house from his parents, and I went downstairs to fold laundry from the dryer. While I am downstairs folding laundry, I have my new glasses on, and I am stacking the folded laundry on the dryer.

All of the sudden I see something scurry out of the pile of plastic paint tarp that Drew left in the basement, this thing made it’s way to the center of the basement, where the sewage drain is that drains the water. It took me a minute for my brain to register that it was a mouse. I screamed and then yelled for Drew. He ran down to the basement and saw the mouse. I grabbed a bucket and put it over him, but he crawled right out of the bucket. Drew grabbed the laundry board and pushed him back into the center of the basement. He said, “Babe, we need something that is airtight. Something he won’t slip out from under.” I looked around and grabbed one of my half-burned Yankee Candle jars and put it over the mouse. He was trapped now.

Please don’t judge me for this post and what I am about to tell you. Once we got him trapped, Drew and I looked at each other. I said, “We have a mouse.” He said, “Yup.” I said, “I am glad we caught him now, instead of at 9pm at night.” This mouse just came out in the light and moseyed on over to the drain, like no big deal. Typically they come out at night, or when the light is not on. “Who do we call?” Drew said, ” I don’t know.” I called Dave my parents handyman. He came over within 10-15 mins.  When he came over, he came into our basement. I said, “Please watch your step.” He looked down at the glass container and saw the mouse. He said, “That’s good you guys have him trapped.” He took a paint can out and put it on top of the glass candle jar. Dave said, “Do you guys just want to put something under the glass container and take him outside?” I said, “No then he will find his way back in. When he dies, we will take him out to the trash.” I know it is cruel, but we were going to wait until he suffocated. I know this is wrong. It is so sad to suffocate an animal. I wouldn’t want someone doing that to me, but it was the only way to ensure that he wouldn’t find his way back in.

When Dave left, Drew and I cleaned up the basement. We swept up and he took the paint tarp out of the basement and was going to take to the garage. I was so over this day already and I had some reading to do for the class to stay on top of things a little bit. Eventually, Jasper, the mouse passed away. I asked Drew if we should say a few words. He said, “Do you want to?” I said my Catholic prayers and asked that God take him to heaven and forgive us for what we did. I looked back at Drew and I said, “Anything you want to say?” He looked at me then at Jasper in the glass container and said, “Thank you for messing up my day.” Drew went over to the glass container and shook the mouse from side to side. He didn’t move and was stiff. I grabbed some gloves and a garbage bag. Drew grabbed a flat tool to place under the glass container. We dropped the glass container and Jasper into the garbage bag and Drew walked Jasper to the garbage.

While he was disposing of the mouse, I got on my hands and knees with a brush and some bleach water and cleaned up the area where Jasper died. I felt a little like shit about all this, but it was what it was I guess. After the mouse fiasco, Drew went to the gym and I got a long hot shower, and put on some relaxing clothes and did some reading. I am loving these glasses!

For dinner, I heated up the leftovers. We split a sweet potato, but I had butter and cinnamon on mine because butter is Keto friendly! I had some veggies and some steak. After dinner, we cleaned up, and then watched Smallville. As I was laying on the couch, I could feel myself craving something like chips or a Reeses’ cup. I laid there and fought the craving. Drew felt a little bad for me but supported me and talked me through my sugar craving. I felt strong enough to do this.  I have this app on my phone it is called carb manager. It breaks down my carbs, fat, and protein, etc. I ate a total of 25 net carbs today. This is the maximum that I can have. I am definitely going to try this for a while. I am excited about the results.

Also, that evening we laid down mousetraps, in the corners and along the wall on the floor. Hopefully, we do not have any more mice!

Author: Boujee On a Budget

Hello there, welcome to my blog! My name is Danielle. I am a daughter, a writer, a wife, a lover of literature, and music. Britney Spears is my girl crush. Paris, France is my favorite place on earth. Fitzgerald is my favorite author. Kate Spade is my favorite designer. I have been called high maintenance, "boujee", "someone, who has champagne taste on a beer wallet", etc. You know what I am boujee and I am embracing it, but there is no denying that I am on a budget.

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