Trying to have my tea…
after steeping it without a tea bag. Good morning everyone.
This is very helpful! The stickers on fruit actually tell you quite a bit about the produce you’re about to purchase:
- 4 numbers mean they were conventionally grown,
- 5 numbers starting with number 8 means they are genetically modified (GMO)
- 5 numbers starting with 9 means they were organically grown (no pesticides or GMOs)
(via in-my-own-skin)
"Putting off an easy thing makes it hard. Putting off a hard thing makes it impossible."
— George Claude Lorimer (via runwithrach)
Struggles and Spoonerisms
I saw the doctor today. We discussed my diet. I felt horrible about seeing her, but she made me feel better. She noted the importance of tracking my changes in diet and being aware of my habits to be able to make these changes. We are still working out my hypothyroid medication…some days I am oh so tired, other days I get so excited I shake like Parkinson’s.
I am having a hard time telling myself that I am worth it these days…I know, I know…but I am just being honest.
Having all you (tumblrs/fitblrs) on my dash everyday means so much more than you can imagine. I am hoping that I can repay the sentiment someday. I want to be able to inspire you with my long neck/freakishly long arms/killer calves/guns.
Until then, keep posting your healthy food porn. And paleo stuff. I love when you show me the fridges on Sunday that are prepped for your work week. It makes me realize that I can do this.
On an aside, food porn was originally typed “pood forn.” I guess I am the queen of spoonerisms when I type, too. Once I tried to say “and then there was this great plot twist…” but my brain betrayed me and all I said was, “and then there was this great twot…(face in palm)…oh my god” and my friend looked right at me and replied, “Did you just say twat to me?!?” Lost it. Was too funny and very embarrassing. Queen of spoonerisms, that’s me.
Chin up. Chin up. Chin up. (today & tomorrow’s mantra)
Love, me
Something just happened. First the background: on Thanksgiving, I DVR-ed “Super Size Me” and refused to delete it. I asked the hubby if he wanted to watch it a few times and he said no. Last night, I played it anyways. He watched it while working at his computer. He liked it. A lot.
Tonight after he came home from work (around 10pm), he said that he was hungry. I asked him if he wanted some chicken enchiladas (I made yesterday) or if he wanted some McDonald’s…and he said, “Not after that movie yesterday.”(!!!!!)
Holy crap! OMG! The boy from Iowa said No! (fingers crossed so hard that it hurts)
My husband is snoring softly in the next room…
and I f-ing love that sound. It’s like all is right in the world when he sleeps.
I’m going to watch the Flyers and try not to scream at the TV.
Hi Tumblrs! We are home from our trip to Iowa. Air Force One was at the airport when we arrived last Wednesday. It’s huge.
I ate so much bad food while on vacation. I have lot’s of guilt about that. It’s nice to view your posts—all the running, swimming, biking, and good food. You are still my heroes.
Love, me
markicksass asked: Hello! I am trying to look through the blogs of some of my new followers. :) The first thing I saw on yours is your post about your hubs had a corneal transplant. That is so cool, do you mind me asking why he needed one? I'm very interested in medical things. :)
Sure. He has keratoconus in both eyes. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keratoconus
Basically, it made his eye shape look more like a football than a sphere. It is caused by a thinning of the corneas.
If this transplant surgery is successful, he most likely will have his other eye done next year.
Getting stuff done…
Up at 5am. Took hubby to catch a ride for work. Went to my ma’s to wait to call our mechanic. He said that he’ll look at the car (that broke down last night). Went to said car, cleaned it out (*shaking fist at messy hubby), and waited for the tow. Followed the tow truck about 8.5 miles to my mechanic’s and now I am home.
I want a shower. And some sleep.
Just nommed an orange.
Have to take the hubbster to an eye appt at 2pm. (He had a corneal transplant in Jan).
And tomorrow, *sings* “I’m leaving…on a jet plane…don’t kn—”
Actually we will be gone from Wed until next Tue…but they have the interwebs where we are going!!!
