Whatcha doing? Huh? Huh? Whatcha doing?
I might have had some coffee. Maybe a bit too much, I don’t know. I only know a few things this morning, and they belong in bullet form. Yep.
- I’m still feeling good. The eating thing isn’t hard at all yet, which is bizarre. I think it’s made easier by the fact that I’m used to dietary restrictions due to my allergies. No sugar? Okay. It’s also made easier by the fact that I’m Not On A Diet, and I’m not allergic to the things I’m avoiding. So instead of looking at chocolate cake (which I am allergic to) longingly as my coworkers eat slices of it, I’m just choosing not to eat the kinds of ice cream that I could eat if I wanted one. I’m not eating refined sugar like that. But I could. I could have a baked potato if I wanted to. Or sushi with white rice. But I’m choosing to do the glycemic index thing, keepin’ it low. Keepin’ it real. SO MUCH MORE ENERGY. We’ll see how long it lasts. (But even though I’m Not On A Diet, not like that, the loss of 6.5 pounds in the first week makes a nice, if surprising, reward.)
- After work on Monday, I went to a sheep ranch to do a little research for the book. It was RAD. What a fun thing to research. Lala may want chickens (ew) but I want a miniature sheep someday. Unfortunately, they don’t do well alone (I just learned this) — they become can become depressed and aggressive when alone, and since I can’t imagine having more than one, I’ll have to let that dream go. But someday, somewhere, we will have those sheep. And Lala will have her chickens. And I will not clean out the coop, she will. I do not like chickens, except to eat. (They should be humanely treated, though. Yes on Prop 2!)
- While we’re at it, vote No on Prop 8! The fact is that polls show we’re losing, and it totally depresses me that I’ll lose again the married I just got. I am only buoyed by the fact that polls also show Obama way out in the lead. Now, if 8 goes through AND we get McCain? I’m moving to Italy. Their president is crazy but a flashy dresser, and the coffee is better. (The story about the Mormon middle-class family who withdrew fifty thousand dollars from their life savings to donate it to the Yes on Prop 8 campaign? It makes me sad. "’It was a decision we made very prayerfully and carefully,’ said Pam
Patterson, 48. ‘Was it an easy decision? No. But it was a clear
decision, one that had so much potential to benefit our children and
their children.’" Why do they hate me and Lala so much? Really, why? Makes me sad, but also makes me think they’re just hateful idiots.)
- Half-marathon! This weekend! Last chance for a pair of hand-knitted socks (every ten bucks gets you a chance…). And thank you, to all of you who have donated so far. With my whole heart, I thank you for what you’ve done, and I will be thinking of you on Sunday. I hope I make it the whole way. I’m pretty damn nervous about it, actually. Really damn nervous, but I’m trying not to think about it.
- I want to get the book revisions done by Monday, and I have to work at the J.O.B. a lot between now and then, including a MIDNIGHT SHIFT (what was I thinking?) and a half-marathon, so I’ll be MIA for while. Between working and Working and running, I’ll be a busy girl. But a happy one.
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