Hi. You’re great. Small favor. If you are not capable of navigating yourself through pedestrian traffic while walking and talking on your cell phone, please move yourself out of the way of pedestrians, park yourself, and have your phone call. When you’re on your phone you drift toward people walking toward you. I promise you that you do this. And I promise you that when you spill coffee all over me I’m not going to be happy about this. Because why would I be happy that your inability to walk and talk would cause me to have molten hot coffee all over my front? So, thanks. And, you’re still great. Bye!
Archive | April 2012
Eat.
I moved from the healthiest state in the nation to one of the least healthiest states in the nation, and my weight shows this. I have given myself permission to eat horribly for the last 4 years. This has affected my physical and mental wellbeing, and I keep growing out of all my pants. It’s unawesome for my self esteem.
I have made a decision to change my eating habits. I did watch Forks Over Knives which says that a plant-based diet is the healthiest, but I am not quite ready for that. Instead I’ve settled on ovo-lacto vegetarian eating Monday through Friday, the choice to eat meat Saturday and Sunday, and permission to eat anything I want for special occasions. Over time I hope to lessen my dairy intake, but to still be able to stomach meat and dairy. I expect to fail miserably at cutting out dairy, but I’ve gone long stretches without meat so I’m not even worried about that part.
I will be using the Forks Over Knives cookbook for loose inspiration, but I grew up in a place that taught me healthy eating, I’ve taken a nutrition class, my body tells me what’s good to eat vs. what’s not good to eat, I have a lot of vegetarian cookbooks and websites to refer to, and I just need to apply all these things to take back control of my life.
Healthy Poppy is around this corner…
The Challenge
Every time I meet a new lady doctor I warn her that I always feel violated for several days after the physical exam. I am convinced that me saying this activates The Challenge Gene in them, a competition of sorts to be the most gentle they possibly can be, gentler than any of their predecessors or successors.
Today’s visit with my new doctor was the gentlest anyone has ever been.
And I still feel all crampy and violated. 
*sigh*
There is no winning with me, Doc.