Eating...I have issues

This will be quick as I am exhausted from my return to flour and sugar, which has put me in a coma.

Clearly, I have eating issues. I love to eat. I love to eat things that make me "bigger". I don't want to be "bigger". So, I restrict my diet. 

For example,  last week, for 5 days, I ate no flour or sugar other that what I put in my coffee.

It was great! I felt amazing!

But I was hungry all week and the thing I wanted most, tacos, I could not eat because of the flour. 

So, on Saturday, we worked in the yard and were tired and cooked a frozen pizza for dinner. Slippery slope. Then I ate three hot cross buns. Then today for brunch, along with my excellent shrimp and okra salad and cheese less frittata,  I ate three of my daughter's amazing biscuits. 

Now, I feel terrible and I am on the roller coaster of recovery.

What will tomorrow bring? Hopefully, sanity in the form of eating like a normal person.

We shall see...

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WIW...

For any of you who blog or read blogs you know that Wednesday is the day when you show everyone what you wore the past week...hence WIWW.

I love the idea of this. The point is to inspire you to actually get dressed instead of finding yourself at 5 pm in your workout clothes. Which would be fine if said person was MEGA fit and clothing was MEGA cute. Neither applies to me. However, the workout clothes at 5 pm does.

Workout clothes do not take a vacation...even on vacation!

So, the WIW intrigues me. Taking photos of myself would make me do lots of things...take a shower, put on makeup, make my bed... to start with.

Not going to happen.

I have made more of an effort not to be seen in workout clothing past lunchtime, but there are still days when I don't have time to shower/dry my hair/etc, and I eat dinner in my workout clothes. However, there is one day when I can be counted on to be up, showered, hair "done" (for me anyway), makeup on and clothing at least matching and not made of wicking fabric. That is Sunday. Now, I am Catholic and so heels and a hat are way out of the question. But, I do dress better. My rule for church for myself and my girls is "no jeans". That is about my only rule.

This Sunday is Easter and gone are the days when we go and buy "Easter Dresses" and new shiny white shoes. I bought my girls a new dress until they were about five, then I realized that it was pointless. The oldest cried and flew into a rage when I mentioned "dress" and the little one lived in dresses, so she had plenty. Now they are older and one dresses with "style" and the other is "off" regular bathing so my battles are elsewhere.

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But, I do feel that Easter needs to be more special than  a regular "no jeans" Sunday. So, I am pondering what to do.  I for one love getting dressed up, but never seem to have  an occasion that warrants it. Easter, and all it's significance seems like the perfect time.

Do any of you buy an Easter Outfit?

Reading: Hemingway

I read an article recently about William Faulkner's last living relative and I realized, I have never read any Faulkner books. I also acknowledge this is a crime against both my southernhood AND  the literary pedigree to which I aspire (if there can be such a thing). So, I went to the book store and looked into buying myself a Faulkner book to read.

I left with out one.

Now, that is not to say I will not eventually read one, if not all of his books. I will guilt myself into it just like I did with Eudora Welty, who I was lukewarm about. It's just that I am not into the depressing Great Depression right now. And all  his books seem to be about that era and southern writers are notoriously maudlin.

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Instead, I bought another book that I have wanted to read for a long time by one of my very favorite authors.  The author whose books usually plunge me into a  mopey depression to which the only solution to get out of  is to read something  silly like a Harlequin romancer (not really, but you get the idea). I am currently reading  A Movable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.  Non-fiction and set in the hey days of the 1920's when Paris was the it spot for authors such as Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound and Hemingway, it is an autobiography of Ernest and his first wife Hadley's time together in France. So far, so good.

I love Hemingway. A love that was sparked on my wedding/ honeymoon trip to Key West that included a visit to his house. I had read The Old Man and the Sea, but it really came alive to me in his house, complete with the broken marble where he had thrown an epic fit when he found out his wife had put in what amounted to a million dollar swimming pool. I went home, reread it and fell in love.Then I went on to read several others, but my two favorites remain The Old Man and the Sea and A Farewell to Arms.

We went back to Key West three years ago and stayed next to his house and his cats . These were actually decedents of  his polydactyl cats who wandered around the inn we were staying in, enchanting me again. Who was this man who owned weird cats, drank, fought, raged, loved and wrote some of the best literature ever?


So right now, instead of embracing my southern roots, I am embracing my love of Key West and the man who made it famous for drinking and writing.  Two things that I personally can get into.