I’m feeling distracted this week. It seems to be a combination of a little dehydration, a couple of days succumbing to more avoids than usual, and maybe a little stress added in for spice. In fact, I am so distracted that I forgot to go to my dentist appointment yesterday. I don’t do that. I don‘t forget appointments, especially ones that are on the calendar! But I did. I was sitting at home at the computer and the phone rang at 11:15 telling me I was supposed to be there. I was really embarrassed. It left me shaken the rest of the day. I was thinking maybe I am losing it already! That’s a B thing, you know. Our minds succumb to dementia a bit more than the other types. And it does run in the older generations of my mother’s side of the family.

The dehydration probably came from a couple of very hot days we had. On Sunday hubby and I dressed up in our Kevlar suits and motorcycled about seven hours. Temperatures were in the 90’s and it was uncomfortable at times. Nice ride though. We did some twisty roads that wound up along the back up Mt. St. Helens. ‘Twisties’, as they are called in the motorcycle world are what riders are always looking for. The next day was even hotter and I had a Pilates workout in an uninsulated building. Whew!! I should have drunk more water, I’m sure.

Monday night, being hot as it was, hubby didn’t want to heat up the kitchen for dinner, so made some fancy French Provencal tuna sandwiches. He used wheat sandwich rolls, of course, and there were kalamata olives in it. I didn’t check out all the ingredients. But, I didn’t want to fuss about the wheat, and enjoyed the meal. I mean, those were great sandwiches! Unfortunately, the heartburn set in about 4:30 am.

Tuesday, I started out eating compliantly. Had a Unibar for breakfast while playing nine holes of golf. The weather was still hot (Uh-huh…shoulda drank more). Had eggs, ghee and a slice of spelt toast for a late lunch before heading off for chorus rehearsal. I totally blew it after rehearsal. There really wasn’t anything compliant in the house to eat. Oh, sure there was some protein powder….but no juice. So, I ate hubby’s pistachio nuts, then had a few slices of Jarlsberg between water crackers.

It's no wonder my brain was mush when I woke up Wednesday morning. Dehydration and avoid-eating pushed that dentist appointment right out of my mind.

So, remember kiddies. Stay hydrated. Be compliant.

Okay. The guilt has finally gotten to me. It’s time to blog.

I think I finally converted someone to the BTD! I had a trip back east to visit family recently. I have been very forthright about the diet with family members. Especially my brother. He is employed by Whole Foods, and has always been inclined to alternative treatments. So, naturally he has been receptive to the idea. This time he actually started the diet the day I left. And subsequent emails say that he is trying hard to stick to it. I have tried to be encouraging. His birthday is next week, so I just got off the NAP website where I ordered a secretor test to be sent to him. I threw in a few Unibars too, just for fun.

I am going through a ten-session Structural Integration program with my massage therapist. It is similar to SOMA, which I went through a few years ago. There are differences, though. I think I’m ready to follow through with the homework and retraining this time. I don’t think the SOMA really worked for me. Anyway, starting with the feet and working her way up the body each session, she is retraining me how to walk. It is really difficult to walk correctly after 50 odd years of duck-fwapping. She showed me yesterday, at the fourth session, how I never move my hips when I walk. So, I am practicing swishing my hips as I walk…..it is SO hard! But my feet come down in the right place with the proper balance when I do it right. It’s an exciting process.

Diet-wise I’m still stuck. I eat too much. I have taken to thinking of my weight in golf score terms. I consider my wedding weight as par. Right now I am plus nine and holding. I spent quite some time at plus six last fall and felt much better than I do now. You’d think three little pounds would be a cinch. If I’m disciplined enough to follow the B nonsecretor food lists 85% of the time, you’d think I would be able to suck it up and just eat less. Okay. I just pep-talked myself into REALLY, REALLY trying again.

So, we’ll see.