Like my diet, Day 11. A combination of intestinal distress, allergies and ridiculous cravings finally did me in… and if I ever see another egg, nut or sweet potato I will go insane.
I also hope the word ‘paleo’ passes quietly into history where it belongs.
If you can do it or if you did it, how marvelous. If I were 30 years younger and unmarried it might have been easier, don’t know… but the diet had to die. I will take what I learned and apply it, so there’s that.
Whatcha looking at Bree?
Hey, where you going?
I may be clueless, but I know when a cookie is being offered…
We played with her soccer ball and now she’s probably dreaming about gigantic bones…
I didn’t get a shot at the Blood Moon a couple of days ago because of cloud cover. First it was cloudy, then party cloudy, after that cloudy with a chance of meatballs. The dang thing was always obscured.
This morning… well, here ’tis. Not quite a blood moon, but it still has that distinctive coppery color…
I started Whole 30 Monday, which means no sugar, grains, dairy or alcohol. Pretty much 75% of my old diet. There has been some slippage – every day I have skim milk and a truvia in my coffee! But that’s it. For some reason I feel that the rest of the day would be unnavigable without the customary morning beverage. I could be wrong… but why chance it?
I’ve got a pot roast in the oven, complete with onions and carrots. Sweet potato will follow. Not that every evening’s meal has been so smooth. It’s easy, right? Protein, veg and fruit for dessert. What’s so damn hard about that? Well, for one thing, I’m the only one on the diet. And my body is yearning for grains and sugar. Yearning. I’m dreaming about cupcakes with sugary frosting. You know that light, frothy lard and sugar frosting they put on some birthday cakes? That.
Anyway, breakfast is okay, but I’m already sick of eggs. Except the paleo frittata. Went to Whole Foods today to stock up on coconut everything, nuts, dried fruit, oils, veg, etc… I’m going to make homemade Larabars and clarify my butter.
I did something like this about 13 years ago when I tried Atkins… but instead of gradually working stuff back in, I stayed on induction for a year. Trust me, this time is different. Day 31 will see me eating cupcakes. Or tirimisu. Or whatever I can get in my mouth first.
I’d even take a bowl of porridge.
I renewed my hosting account yesterday, despite last year’s proclamation of doom. “Why?” I kept asking myself. I said why? as the link went to paypal and why? as I hit the button to pay and why? as I completed the transaction and returned to my billing account. Why?
Good question and there’s no real answer… unless maybe I just want to be able to post dog pictures.
Corgi butt alert!
I submitted a photo of Badger’s butt for the Corgi Butt Calendar (which is now available here) but she didn’t make the cut. Guess there are just too many good butts out there…
For anyone still dropping by… YsD and her significant other finally obtained unsupervised visitation of the children and are hoping for unification by Christmas. I’m happy for them.
When I complained about an overabundance of millipedes, both inside and outside the house, our exterminator told me that the invasive Northern Curly Tailed Lizard has wiped out the native critter that normally eats them, causing everyone in the county to hyperventilate over millions of millipedes.
The kicker? He can do nothing about them, though he did extra spraying out of the goodness of his heart.
My usual ennui does not extend to bugs in the house, either flying or crawling. “Kill it with fire!” is the reining battle cry. Of course, that’s a direction to my husband. I’m a coward of unusual zeal when confronted with creepy crawlies. That’s one reason I don’t do haunted houses; they tend to hang spiders about and that’s not something I typically enjoy.
This year’s apathy has been near total, draining the joy from so many things… except hunkering in the air conditioning with a good book or game.
For example, my birdbath is so filthy it’s growing things. That’s a first.
I’m making chicken and dumplings from Jan Karon’s Mitford cookbook and the house smells lovely. That right there makes me happy. A little cool weather and I might do a dance…
Leaf remains. Who says I don’t have dead leaves for the Fall? Just thought it was cool…
Looks like it was dipped in gold when the sun hits it…
From the Florida Room, a.k.a. ‘Office': Bree strutting around wearing her bandanna and carrying a chewy. Used to take nothing but wonderful pictures of her but these days they all look like crap.
She’s a hoot. After I put the bandanna on -which she loves and was so damned happy about- I said “go show Daddy” and she ran right in to show him. Sometimes I think dogs are very smart and sometimes I think they’re dumber than chickens… but when it comes to human interaction, Breagha is a genius.