Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Twelve pounds down as of today; it's been officially two months and two weeks on the Paleo Diet. Feeling really good and actually not craving sugars or carbs. And it has become easier to fit into my lifestyle, even when eating out. I really don't feel deprived. When I do want something "special", I'll make a Paleo carrot cake or muffins, or throw together some Paleo energy bars (basically nuts, dates, raisins, and almond butter). The Crohns flare-up seems to have dissipated, however, I still have this nagging cramp in my side, which probably has to do with the fact that I have some narrowing of the intestine at the re-section site of my first surgery 34 years ago. Made an appointment with a surgeon for a consult. AT some point, I am going to require this surgery, so I might as well get it over with earlier rather than later. I'm not getting any younger!

Totally off subject, and to be honest, how much can I really write about Crohns and the Paleo lifestyle? Enough so I can be of benefit to you primals out there, but I think I might just like to express myself in other areas!

Last night, while both my daughter and I were in the kitchen making separate! dinners, generally getting in each other's way, she turned her IPhone to The Beatles Anthology, and both of us were singing and generally grooving. Little did I know that when I was 12 and listening to The Beatles in my bedroom on my old box turntable (you know the one, heavy duty foil wrapped cardboard, you could listen to 45's and 33's and then snap in shut and carry it to a friend's house or plug it in around your house) that some __ odd years later (I'm NOT giving the number) I'd be in my kitchen with my twenty something daughter listening to the very same tunes, and still digging it. Really, The Beatles were beginning of rock/pop as we know it, and still remain relevant today. So all in all, making dinner last night turned out to be really fun, and my daughter and I got to share.

On another note, why can't people be polite these days? Is it so much to expect that when you hold a door for someone they say "thank you"? Or that they hold it for you at all? Why do people have to be so miserable all the time? My day is made so much better when the little things come into play, such as going into a store you've only been in almost 3 - 4 times a week and having everyone know your name and say hello, or going to your bank and having EVERYONE know who you are and actually ASK if you need any help? I'm not talking about the cashier that's REQUIRED to say, "Hi, how are you today?" or "have a nice day".  I'm talking about a genuine smile, a word here or there of grace, a casual conversation about general things while waiting for your car to be washed?
I can't tell you how many times I've been in a store where the people behind the counter are so unfriendly and miserable, where they ask you for your order, as though you'd never visited there and it's been the same since God knows when?

So my message is, well, be NICE to one another! Life is too short to be grumpy all the time!

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