Archives for: September 2006
I have a super sniffer and can smell stuff from miles away. These smells usually make me gag.
I go from perfectly fine to RAVENOUS in .000000023 seconds, and don't even THINK of getting between me and food. I've been waking up at 5 am STARVING no matter what or how much I eat for dinner. There is no time to 'make dinner' once I'm hungry. Fortunately there are healthy leftovers in the fridge (and Gordon has been instructed to make sure that it stays that way). I'm outeating Gordon, which is a first, and he's finding it a little threatening. I'm not overeating, but I am eating plenty!
Thinking about some foods makes me queasy. Ugh.
I've been re-reading "Eat Right for Your Baby" and it is wonderful!
I'm finding that I do not even WANT anything that is an avoid, and I'm having no trouble eating plenty of veggies and fruit. My 5 am snack was grapes. "Breakfast" at 8:20 this morning was asparagus, sweet potato, and chicken - it was the quickest thing to fix!
I am keeping some O-appropriate snacks around, but I want to 'upgrade' them from things like Luna bars to things like carrot sticks and hummous.... Even though they are wheat-free and fine for me, my allergies do tend to kick up when I eat most grains, and I don't want to do anything that will kick up my already over-active immune system....
My grandmother passed away at 5:45 am Central Time on Tuesday September 12th, 2006. She was 93 years, 8 months, and 22 days old. Not nearly old enough in my book.
I got the news at 6:45 am on the 12th, and was in my car heading to Texas by noon.
On the day of her funeral, Friday, the 15th of September, I found out that I am pregnant.
The circle of life continues.
My 93 year old grandmother fell this morning and broke her left knee and left elbow. She is now bedridden until she heals. If she heals. At 93, and as frail as she is, this may very well be the beginning of the end for her. : (
And my dad had arthroscopic surgery on his knee last week. The surgery did what it's supposed to, but he's still feeling the effects of the anesthetic and the trauma to his body - he's not bouncing back as quickly as he would have liked.
Fortunately, in my small little corner of the world, we are hale and hearty. I bought a dress for my 20th high school reunion today and told that to the sales clerk at the store couldn't believe that I am 38. As my former boss told me once, I am 'an example of clean living and good genes'. Let's hope!