Recently, I haven’t made the “best” food choices. I started eating out a lot when the move was eminent, and then I got so used to buying my food, cooking seemed like a chore. And without being too graphic, I can “feel” I need to eat healthier, so that’s where I’m at.
I’m going to try Whole30. I was going to start on Friday, in that I got the book from the library and I hid all my Girl Scout cookies. I was really good until about 10 am, when I went to an event and was offered pound cake, so the day was shot, and I might as well make the most of it, so I drank soda and ate pizza too. Then I was going to start yesterday, but I had leftover pound cake that I was “forced” to bring home, and since I was delaying things another day, I and drank more soda and ate more pizza. And then I decided to start today, until I realized I have a potluck to go to, and I don’t want to deny myself someone else’s home cooking. Plus I have one slice of pound cake left.
So I’ll start tomorrow, which is when all diets start, in the future. Because when tomorrow comes, I’ll lose self control running errands during lunch, and then again on Saturday at the other potluck I have, and during the mini vacations spattered throughout September, in which case I’ll start in October…or November, but then there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas. And at this rate I should add it to my New Year’s resolution and start in 2018. It’s official, I’m starting a new diet…next year.
So, to recap, I just moved to Texas. And as most people that just move cross-country, I need to build my friend base. I won’t say I have no friends here, but I just met them, and they just moved too, and we are all still trying to figure everything out about this town.
And my husband works–a lot–so I spend a lot of time with these two:
Look at these goobers, entertained by trash. (Or is it: entertained with trash? Or is the trash the one that’s entertained?)
I talk to them, and at best they stare at me, at worst they ignore me, or do the opposite of what I ask them to do. So throughout my day I think of all the interesting things I’ll say when when I’m around someone who can talk back. Sometimes I think of all the great things I could blog about, if only I was at my computer when the inspiration hits. And sometimes, when things are really bad, I imagine full blown conversations with people.
In order to stay sane, I’ll try blogging more…until I get more friends, or until the Bebe can talk back…at which point I’ll probably reminisce upon the days when my kid wasn’t so defiant. #catch22 #grassisalwaysgreener
…they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. I don’t know who “they” are, but maybe it’s the voices in my head.
Before you think I’m a loony, hear me out. I moved, cross country, from Rhode Island to Texas. And I had all these great intentions to blog every evening to let the friends and family that love me know how our adventure was going, the way all my other friends that are “put together” do. I even illegally used my cell phone while driving to snap state line photos.
But by the time I got to where I was going for the day, and I had some alone time, the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. And that’s what I did. So no blogs were written.
Now here we are in Texas, over a month later…talking to myself. I guess explaining why will have to wait for tomorrow’s post, because one thing I cannot stand are blog posts that drone on and on and on. If you have that much to say that people want to read, publish it in a book.