Tuesday, August 28, 2012

just write Tuesdays

On Tuesdays, I will be participating in "Just Write" by the extraordinary ordinary blog. Details can be found here.

It's funny how one thing leads to another. (Not *that* way. Get your minds outta the gutter, people.) I gave up wheat earlier this month. Smarty pants Amazon recommended the book "Wheat Belly" to me, I started reading it, compared the data from that book with all that I've heard from some nutrition-minded friends and other sources and decided to test it. Just two weeks. How hard could two weeks be?

Turns out, not very hard. But really when you stand back and think about what's "hard", cutting a food item out of your diet is not hard. Beating cancer is hard. Watching someone die is hard. Suffering from alcoholism is hard. Living in a third world country is hard. Those things - and many more - live under the umbrella of "hard". But refraining from ordering the Very Berry Muffin at Starbucks and buying a gluten-free bread at the grocery store? Pretty easy. And I didn't know it was easy until I got off my (chubby) ass and did it.

So 12 pounds lighter, not a single migraine in that time frame, my back mostly stopped hurting and overall I feel great. G-R-E-A-T. I didn't know what great felt like. I thought how I felt was normal and that I needed to correct the way I thought about it. Wrong. I needed to correct how I physically felt. By changing the stuff that goes into my body.

It's not for everyone, I get it. You may think it's hooey. That's ok. It's working for me and I'm happy.

See? I'm happy.

Me, August 2012.

It's not rocket science but for me, it was a big lesson. Because I'm feeling better, I'm more organized at home and work. Because I'm more organized, I'm less stressed. Because I'm less stressed, I'm sleeping better. Because I'm sleeping better, I've stopped giving Rich the stink eye. Mostly stopped giving Rich the stink eye.

One little thing, one little grain, led to another.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

just write Tuesdays

On Tuesdays, I will be participating in "Just Write" by the extraordinary ordinary blog. Details can be found here.

Someone is not having a good morning.

Yesterday I heard some spiritual guru on a radio show remind parents not to rush their children. Because they are having their "now" - their present moment. I rolled my eyes, sipped my iced coffee that was spilling down my shirt. "Yeah, right."

Fast forward to this morning, as I'm trying to get out the door for work, Charlie was slowly putting his sandals on - and getting frustrated. Probably because he could sense my angst. Alice was screaming mad. She didn't want to go into her car seat, didn't want me to hold her, didn't want anything. Except for the green ball across the living room - and she wanted to crawl ever-so-slowly to get it herself.

"I have to get to work," I thought. I want to get two key emails out, check in with my boss, get a good start on my morning before all of my meetings hit. Very important day. So much to do. And I want to be productive, so I can wrap up by 5 and head out and beat the worst of the traffic. Because I want to get home, cook dinner, pick up, get baths done. Be productive.

Screaming Alice. Whining Charlie. Sweating, hurried me. So I stopped. I dropped my work bag and sat on the floor. Put my car keys down. Alice stopped screaming. Charlie relaxed. I let them have their "now". I rolled the ball back and forth with Alice for a few minutes, chatted with Charlie about his favorite cartoon and how he wants a Spiderman jumper for his birthday (we're always planning his birthday - which is 4 months away).

This took 5 minutes. That's it. 5 minutes. Back on our feet, out the door, on with our days.

Big lesson learned. I shouldn't roll my eyes at the radio so quickly.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

a face without freckles is like a night without stars

I have a lot of freckles. They never really bothered me like they did some young girls. I've heard stories of people trying to bleach them out with lemon juice baths, etc.

Nope, not me. I love my freckles. And my boy is on his way to quite a collection himself.

Charlie. August 2012. Lake Michigan.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Charlie: then and now

I just came across this photo from February 2011. Charlie was barely 2 years old.

Charlie. February, 2011.

This is from early July. He looks like a little man. 3-1/2 years old.
big man

Time is flying.