Allergic reaction when drinking pop from plastic bottles

It has taken me a while to narrow down an allergic reaction. For the past couple of weeks or so, my lips would dry up and they'd be itchy around my lips.

At first, I thought it was my toothpaste and dental floss that I was using while stateside. Nope.

Recently, I noticed that my lips would get itchy when I drank either Diet Coke or Diet Pepsi. The formulation of these two products are different, so I didn't think it was the type of pop.

Both drinks were in plastic bottles. I drank from plastic Diet Pepsi bottles in the States. I realized that I'm allergic when I drink directly from plastic bottles.

I'm not sure whether it'll be better if I pour the pop out of the bottle and into a cup to consume, or stick a straw into the bottle. There wouldn't be any plastic contact with my lips. I also don't know whether the plastic would seep into the pop. I have more tests to do. 

The safe bet is to drink pop from cans or get fountain drinks. I haven't any issues with these formats.

I'm so glad that I have narrowed it down. It's such an odd allergy to have, but at least I know what to do when it happens. I have been using hydrocortisone cream around my lips to stop the itchiness and it works.

Reorganizing plastic bags and panties, fixing earrings, and more

Over a year ago, I was getting rid of stuff at home that I didn't need and reorganizing the stuff that I wanted to keep. I then went on what I didn't know was my last trip with my ex-guy. Since the breakup, I haven't had the motivation to reorganize my stuff and pick up from where I had left off.

I am motivated now.

On Sunday, I looked at all plastic bags that I had thrown into multiple bags and folded them up. They are now organized by size. I also found my iced tea flask. I will be brewing iced tea with a bunch of tea bags that need to be used.

I folded all my panties and bras in my drawer the way Marie Kondo does hers. I will say that it's such a major improvement and I have a nice, cheerful collection of panties and bras. I'll be doing socks and pyjamas next.

Finally, I have been converting earrings with French hooks over to leverbacks. I don't like the former because the hook part jabs into me when I wear them and I don't like the tiny plastic backings on the hooks. The conversion is pretty simple. I need to reorder more leverbacks.

I like that I have various projects on the go. It's great that the time that I used to spend commuting to and from work is put into tasks that are meaningful.

Getting strict with being low-carb

I have been on the maintenance part of losing sixty pounds roughly seven years ago. I was on a strict low-carb diet. I have kept the weight off, which is probably one of my greatest accomplishments.

For five of those years, I changed up my salad for lunch. I find that if I lean towards carbs for lunch, I am sluggish for a couple of hours before it wears off.

I wanted to have a sandwich for lunch. I swapped my salad out for it. After nearly two years of having sandwiches for lunch, I wanted my energy back.

It helps that my guy is on a keto diet. It has inspired me to go back to eating salads for lunch and being more strict with eating low-carb foods.

I'd say that I have been pretty good at ditching processed foods. I make breakfast in the morning, and have enjoyed sautéed mushrooms, eggs, and sausage for breakfast. I even made low-carb pancakes and poured sugar-free syrup on them. They were surprisingly good.

My energy is up. Sometimes, when I work from home, I feel the need to take a brief nap after my day is over. I have been doing that less in the past couple of weeks.

It's all good. My guy has been pretty good staying on his keto diet while he is away on business.

"Remember how we used to laugh when that woman would smuggle food from the hotel lounge?" he said to me the other day.
"Yes, I remember that fondly. She put food in styrofoam cups and left," I remarked.
"I am becoming that person, except that I put cheese and eggs in plastic Ziploc bags for work," he said.

At first, I felt a bit embarrassed for him. However, considering that it's probably easier sticking to a keto or low-carb diet when you bring your own food, his method makes sense. He is also transparent (the clear see-through bag speaks volumes) about bringing his food to work.

Now that I think about it, it's not bad at all. You have lounge access because you either paid for it or have earned it. Why not take a snack with you when you leave? It's not like you are hauling the entire food spread home. I don't find that greedy by any stretch.

I go on business in three weeks. I'll see whether I will be doing the same thing as my guy.

Watching Fifty Shades Darker again and saving money on plastic bags

On Saturday, I went to see Fifty Shades Darker for the second time at a movie theatre. I can't recall when was the last time that I have seen a movie multiple times at a theatre. It is rare. I love this one.

Seeing a movie that you love over again makes you pick up details that you hadn't before. I can't wait to get my hands on my own copy. This time at the theatre, there were about five people who stayed to watch the credits and get a glimpse of Fifty Shades Freed.

My guy has returned from his travels and is dead tired. We talked briefly. He asked me what I did after the movies. I told him that I went grocery shopping.

"The woman cashing me out asked whether I wanted a plastic bag for five cents. I declined. If I needed two trips to get my groceries to the car to save money on plastic bags, I would. I have plenty of reusable bags in my car's trunk," I explained.
"You are becoming a true Cheap Bastard like me. I am so proud of you," he gushed.

He's tired, but he's not so tired to recognize CB tendencies.

Difference between we and you during a ruler spanking

On Saturday, our date night was a bit different. My guy's class ended an hour earlier than usual. It just meant that we got to see each other earlier, which was a bonus.

We met in our usual spot, in the treehouse. My guy and I got into the backseat. His hands were cold. I am nicknamed the furnace, as I tend to be so warm that holding his hands for ten minutes actually warms them up.

My guy is thinking about selling his beloved car. Recently, it has had a series of odd things happen to it. The battery drained a few times. Trying to use the manual key lock was a challenge, requiring a screwdriver to pop off the cover. The other week, one of his car's headlights died. Screwing in the lightbulb took a visit to a mechanic to diagnose the issue.

So, my guy is on the hunt for a pre-owned car again. He told me about what cars he has seen so far. I can only hope that he finds a car with fewer issues.

He then focused his attention on me.

"Even though you are on your period, I can still punish you," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl in a good world. You sang that to me recently," I teased.
"I don't think so. Where is your spanking apparatus?" he asked me.
"Apparatus? It sounds like you are conducting an experiment," I giggled.

He went to my glove compartment to find my ruler. He then signalled me to go over his knee, smacking my butt lightly with his hand.

"I think you have the wrong person," I protested, as I stretched across his lap.
"Nope, you're the bad girl that I want. I am going to spank you until you admit that you're a bad girl," he insisted.
"I am a good girl, though" I insisted.
"No, you are bad, bad, bad," he said, slapping my backside after each instance of bad.
"Good, good, good," I replied.
"Bad, bad, bad," he repeated.

I like when he slaps each buttock in rapid succession. The stinging feeling is nice for a bit until the pain starts to creep in.

"So, are we going to admit that we are bad?" he asked.
"We?" I asked him. "Who's we? The royal we?"

We both started to laugh. It's the writer in me. It's also the fun that we have during a spanking session. The chatter is fun.

"I mean you," he stated.
"You said we. If we means you, then yes, you are bad," I teased.

That remark led to more smacks with the ruler, which hurt.

"Are you going to admit that you're a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am a bad girl," I said, caving in.
"Are you a bad girl or a very bad girl?" he continued.
"I just said that I am a bad girl. Isn't that enough?" I challenged.

More ruler smacks landed across my sore backside. I finally said that I was a very bad girl. He laughed and stopped. We then cuddled.

I enjoy the spankings that he gives me. They are fun and I like the idea of confessing that I'm bad.

S is for spanking with spoons

After my guy was off work, he came back to the hotel to pick me up. We were off to shop.

We had to visit the Dollar Store. He needed to ship a bunch of training manuals back to our office and needed tape. It reminded me of the scene in Fifty Shades of Grey when Christian visited Ana's workplace to get some duct tape and rope.

I am pretty good at figuring out which aisle to go to for various items, even if I have never been to that particular store before. We found tape in the stationery area, which makes perfect sense to me.

We ended up in the kitchen accessories aisle. My guy found a four-pack of plastic spoons for mixing batter and such.We both liked the pastel colours. He took one and told me to bend over. He used the spoon on my backside a few times. He liked that it stung and bought the entire set. Yes, he splurged at the Dollar Store.

When my guy was at the checkout, the woman asked what we were going to cook when we got home. I didn't really want to say that it was for disciplining me, but I managed to make up something.

Anyway, we had a good evening spending time together and shopping. We then headed back to the hotel.

My guy loves my legs. I was in my pyjamas after I had finished showering. I wore a short-sleeved top and shorts.

He used the longest plastic mixing spoon, which was a pale pink, and slapped my thighs and calves with it. He then put me across his knee as he was sitting on the bed and used it on my backside. I was excited, even though it was starting to sting.

My shorts and panties came off. He spanked me some more with the spoon. I liked the sound that it made against my bare backside, but it hurt.

He stopped and rubbed my sore bottom for a bit. He then held me in his arms as I curled up against him.

It was the perfect way to end the evening.