Listen! Here is the deal as I have understood it from about the age of 5. I’m 51 now and I really resent getting told “Nope, your rules are all wrong”. (That was my inner voice saying that, in case you wondered. You can tell ‘cause It always says “Nope”, “HuH” and “Eh”. Anyway, my understanding was that I had to follow the rules and do what I was told (unless I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get caught breaking them)until I was 18 and then I was an adult and I gained sweet freedom. No bedtime. No carrots. No underwear or shoes and all the bad words you wanted stuffed in one sentence. I confess I have reveled in it! I hear my married friends talking about all they have to do in an evening and I think and often say “You know what I’m doing tonight? Whatever I want!!”
First things first! I want to write about this time change which I thought I was handling really well even though I do tend to get insomnia. Unfortunately I am so out of my mind tired right now that I can barely fake … ANYTHING!!!! Please let this be the start of a cold and not the start of insomnia!!!! Update: The sugar thing is going pretty well. Some backsliding but generally doing well. The piriforma muscle issue is better and I made a lot of progress at first but I’m stuck. I have increased my flexibility to the point that I can now cross my legs (Whoo Hoo!) but I can’t seem to get the last 30% of this problem fixed. Pinky has resorted to having needles stuck in her butt and electricity added to that. I think I will just keep doing what I have been doing and let her find the ultimate cure. I’m not in a big hurry to sit on a tennis ball or hook myself up electro-shock of the arse just yet.
First, ‘cause I know you have been waiting to hear, I am still cutting the sugar and I still feel much less insane. I have fallen off the wagon a couple times and whoo it is hard to get back on. I felt really good for the first month and it was easy cutting out extra sugar. Then I had a stressful day and my tummy was upset so I got myself some digestive cookies. Then I had some more. Then I ate an entire box of digestive cookies.
Hi All! Remember me! I used to write silly stuff semi-regularly about my life on this blog. What happened? I had a rough fall and I guess I just don’t want to write when I am down. I had a big run-in with sugar and it had me in a head-lock for a long time. It seemed like I could only shake it off for a few days and then it would come back and stomp me down even harder.
I haven’t written for a while. I’m tired! I’m cranky! I’m bored! I want somebody else to make it all better. I don’t want to do this and I don’t want to do that and I don’t want to eat anything healthy. I’m having a full on temper tantrum so I am going to sit and stew about it. OK it isn’t really all that bad. It’s just the fall is my time of the year when I feel my best and I haven’t been feeling my best and I don’t want to take responsibility for it yet. I would rather blame it all on the construction next door (12 hours a day, 7 days a week and their generator running slobs that drove a cement truck back and forth over my lawn and they put the porta-potty under my bedroom window so I smell it.) Also I hurt my back showing off. Usually when things go bad I figure they are unlikely to get worse so I get a little happy. This time I am just wallowing in the sh*t or at least smelling it (OK, I made them move the pooper).
For a while now I have been taking a Mindful Makeover course from JillFit on Facebook. Every day I get an email and assignments so I can figure out what is going on in my head and change a few things that need adjustments. I talked about the course in my post Noticing and Naming Journal. I have now reached the half-way point in the course and I am supposed to answer the following questions. I figured I would share with you so you. Partly so I can navel gaze with an audience that I won’t know if they yawn or leave before the intermission, so I can assume they are fascinated with my every thought.
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Why do people fill up my Facebook feed with pictures of their meals? Sometimes they are half eaten meals. I don’t need to know that you perform the sacrilege of letting the green beans touch your mashed potatoes. It puts me right off my food to see that there is a dollup of ketchup on your plate that has obvious signs that has been used but, there is nothing on your plate that goes with ketchup. Are you just sticking your finger in the ketchup and eating it straight. Please tell me you are not dipping the green beans! Bletch!!