You know that joke about the policeman who pulls over the speeding woman and her excuse for driving so fast is that she is trying to get to the gas station before she runs out of gas?
It's one of those perpendicular borders that takes more yarn than most of the rest of the shawl and I'm sweating it. Many ravelers ran out of yarn, so I eliminated two rows near the end of the shawl just in case.
Knitting as relaxation? Knitting as oxidative stress? You decide.
You also see my first 'red cup' beverage in years. I always want one. I love the idea of one. I even sometimes love the taste of one. It's just the crappy feeling after I drink it that I don't love. I get the dairy (the soy is gross and I don't feel any better getting it) and I get half the 'pumps' that those baristas usually add to bring on your diabetic coma. Still. And YUM. Then ick. I got it for free with a reward, so I don't feel so badly if I only drink half. In case you are wondering, Salted Caramel Mocha. Just the name makes my teeth hurt.
So usually I am off all sugar, grains and dairy. That drink is a HUGE luxury off the plan and I'll suffer. I don't know how you people drink this stuff all the time. I don't usually do this, because one treat can lead to a weeks long binge leaving me with, among other things, lots of joint pain and inflammation. This is the end of one of those binges, my swan song. I hope.
Twenty-one. This NaBloPoMo thing feels like the old blogging days! So many of my blogging friends are signed on for this one. Next up: NaKniSweMo. Yep, I've decide to do that, too!