Sunday, November 23, 2008

Takin The Plunge

Update:
This was sooo cute, I had to take a picture. Connor all bundled up and ready for his walk...


So, with a little experimentation I have discovered that Connor has problems with the Soy fake cheese. The problems are not as severe as with Dairy, but enough that I know that I can't eat it. No more Tofutti for me! :(

I've decided to go on a soy-free, dairy free diet. Even eliminating hidden sources of Soy and Dairy to see how he fares. I'm also giving up the fenugreek temporarily to see if that also might be contributing to his gastric issues.

It basically means I am going to have to be on a whole-foods diet, since pretty much EVERYTHING is made with either Dairy or Soy. I'd gripe about it more if my weight-loss hadn't picked up momentum again. If my current progress keeps up I will make a major goal in the next few weeks and celebrate by pulling all my old clothes out of storage to see what I can fit into now. That promises to be fun!

The way I am eating is also a lot healthier for me, I know. For breakfast I had a big bowl of oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar, 2 cups of grapes (overdoing it I know, but really, I have so little), and a couple of slices of prosciutto.

The only downside I see is how expensive fruits, vegetables, and meats are these days. I'm not really sure how I am going to manage...hopefully I can figure something out. One method will be coupons and sales. I'll buy whatever is cheap at the moment. After Connor wakes up from his nap I am going to put on his full body coat, strap on the baby Bjorn and hike over to the nearest conveyance store to buy a Sunday paper. Mega Coupons!

I remember a time when such a walk would have been a miserable experience for me. I can get around MUCH better now, just with the 50+ pounds I have lost so far. Remind me of that when I am complaining about the lack of cheese in my life....because in spite of all of these positive changes, I swear, some days all I want to do is bury myself in cheesy nachos and McDonalds cheeseburgers, and queso, and....well, you get the idea.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I Had A Strange Dream Last Night

I dreamt that I responded to a CraigsList add for a group non-sexual strictly platonic touching exercise. Basically, a bunch of people would get together and touch each other in a non-sexual way. Why? Because in today's society we live in profound isolation from each other, separated by boundaries created by technology, culture, and indifference to each other. The exercise was intended to re-bond people with their fellow humans by sharing a small, non-invasive intimacy with each other.

So anyway, I read the article and was intrigued so I went to the event. It was AMAZING. It was just people standing there touching hands, shoulders, backs, hugging, resting head on shoulders, that sort of thing. I felt so connected and accepted.

After the event was over I wanted to experience that wonderfulness again, and spread the message of physical connection, so I attempted to host my own event.

It didn't go quite so well. During MY event one of the attendees, a man, was sexually assaulted by another man and *I* was arrested for instigating the situation.

After that I woke up.

It DID make me think, though. We ARE terribly isolated from each other. Humans once lived in close-knit, interdependant communities, and now we're lucky if we have that sort of connection to the people that live in the same house. I don't think the idea of a non-sexual group touching exercise is a BAD idea....but I would never go to one. I don't want people getting in my bubble.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

I feel old

Late last night the baby was sleeping uneasily next to me, congestion making sleep difficult for him. I was wide awake, listening to his gurgling breath, and unable to sleep. My thoughts were spinning around in my head restlessly so I decided it would help if I talked to someone. The internet is a wonderful place because at any given moment of any day, there are people available to talk to. I logged on to a discussion group and there were several people there already engaged in conversation. It didn't take long to realize that I was the oldest person there. The conversations circled around fashion, gossip, buying tshirts and designer jeans. I logged off not long after signing in.

Was there ever a time where my biggest concern was how many tshirts I owned and which corporate logos they sported? Somewhere between debts, diapers, daycare, deadlines, the dead-beat dad, and life-altering decisions I slipped from my carefree young adulthood to being a grown-up. Did having a child do this to me? More importantly, is there any way to make it go away?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Another Reason to Move to Boston

People tell me that people are the same everywhere you go. However, the recent election shows that is not to be true. There were states that were VERY red, and VERY blue. Massachusettes was a state that was very blue. 62/36 in favor of Obama. THAT right there tells me that Boston and Atlanta are pretty different as far as what is considered important by the general populace.

http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/results/individual/#mapPMA

This link showed how the votes go by age. The older people got, the more likely they were to vote McCain (even though the overall vote in all age groups still favored Obama) Boston is a college town, so there are a lot of young, idealistic people there. People that still have hope for change.

It just seems like a place I would fit in better.

As a side note, all the states I am considering moving to were blue states this election. I don't think it is accidental that I want to go there!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Connor Rolled Over Today!!

Connor rolled over for the first time today. From tummy to back, which is backwards from how most babies do it, I've been told. Ah well, I have a backwards little boy! I am posting a rough phone video now. I have a much better one taken with my video camera, but I can't find the cable to hook it to my computer so I will post that later!Add Video


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