Morning Skies
I remember, faintly, my mom going on and on about how I "always had my nose in a book." That was before getting glasses, and after. But that was her justification for taking me to the eye doctor. I have no recollection of what age that was, except maybe third or fourth grade?
If I can find the picture, I will show you just how very horrendous my first pair of glasses looked. They were hidyiz.
I feel like this is gonna be a babbly one. Grab snacks of your choosing.
Anywho, from the time I can remember KNOWING how to read, I was reading. I was fully versed in the literal arts of the Reader's Digest, The Wall Street Journal, and whatever books were on the shelf of our one bookcase in the family room. And remember those book fair/sale things in grade school, where you got that flimsy sheet of paper where you could check all the items you wanted to purchase? Had it been up to me, I would have probably checked ALL the boxes, but alas, I was only allowed to select one or two.
I have vague memories of going to the local library and going to the basement to the children's section, but beyond that, not much there until I was on my own. I'd say the school library, especially in high school, held second place in locations you could find me, with first being either the art room, or the band room.
There were all the romance novels borrowed from my aunt. Clearly, my mother had NO CLUE what was contained betwixt the covers of those books!!! Let's just say I learned a lot. But then, I was also known to read biographies, and a really dark book about the Holocaust, called Die Nadel (Ken Follett) featuring Dr. Josef Mengele. That also was probably something I shouldn't have learned about at whatever young age I read that.
I also learned the high art of bulimia by reading The Best Little Girl in the World. That's a story for another day, though.
There was another one about early onset Alzheimer's, which would help me understand a lot, later, when my Grandma was diagnosed with that horrendous disease. I can no longer remember the name, and Google has not yet been helpful with that title.
I loved to read. Later on in life, especially when I worked third at a hotel and had zero to do in the middle of the night, I would read copious amounts of tomes, probably at least four or five books per week. This was when the internets were just starting, and there wasn't much to do on the computer.
I was heavily into books about the mafia, all the Stephen King novels, including pen names, and then I think the last fiction author I was heavily into was Anne Rice. She remains at the top. I've also read a fair amount of Shakespeare, Goethe, and Dante (the trilogy o' doom, especially Purgatory). THAT is some deep shit!
I then turned to non-fiction - a lot of personal finance, and self-help reads - and biographies about the recently passed Gerry Spence, and Warren Buffett. I think the non-fiction book that impacted me the most, though, was Getting Things Done, by David Allen. When you have ADHD, but you have no diagnosis, and therefore no treatment, it helps to read about how someone can get themselves thoroughly organized.
Then, life moved forward, we were all busy, and reading kind of fell by the wayside, as the internets took over. Quelle surprise, eh?
So, all this to say, that it occurred to me the other day that now, I spend all my time looking OUT, and zero time with my head in a book. The mother was SO concerned that I wasn't looking out the car window on the 10,000th trip of the week that she couldn't be bothered to consider that maybe I just liked reading, and looking at scenery zipping by was NOT my idea of a good time. Whatever.
Now, I look out, I look around, I look up, and even down ... and in this place where I always wanted to be, it's downright mystical, magical, and breathtaking. Maybe someday, I will start reading again, but for now, I am living life with eyes wide open and taking in every scenery I can scene.
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And for our next subject, let's talk about the post-menopausal hot flashes. I'm going to hazard a guess that these are not TECHNICALLY hot flashes, but they are INDEED hot flashes, and NO, it's not just because it's HOT here in the Big AZ. NO, these things sweep over me in milliseconds in the house, in the coolest part of the house, with the AC set way low, or outside, at night, when it's cooler, and the outdoor ceiling fan is blowing all manner of air about.
I was fortunate. I did not have a lot of them when I actually WAS going through the 'Pause, but I remember the joy of sticking my face in the freezer to catch just a whiff of a break.
I'm thinking this may have something to do with the ketoing. I read as much - something, something, fat oxidation, hormonal changes, blahbity blah. If so, carry on, then. If it means the fat cells are evaporating, I'll take it. It also could be the starting of that mushroom stuff? Who the hell knows.
All I know is, damn, I get hot!
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Meanwhile, back to the keto adventure v. 563, I did some "research," and found a few new recipes (old, really) but things I'm going to give a whirl. A few chicken dishes, some of that cloud-chia bread, and even a 90-second (microwave) bread that you can toast, without all the heinous chemicals they add to the keto breads in the stores.
If you ever do do keto, just realize that they can slap the words keto, or keto-friendly on ANYTHING ... and it won't be. I mean, if it contains wheat flour or sugar (in any of its 60+ forms), it is NOT keto. It might be low carb, but that's about it, and if it is, it's packed with so much other junk, starches, preservatives, etc. that it just makes you feel like shit when you eat it.
Ask me how I know.
I'm looking forward to some variety. Oh, and I boiled what I believe are the most perfectly peeled hard boiled eggs yesterday. I don't know if it's the altitude, or the fact that I put just a SMEEEEEEEEDGEN of white vinegar in the water, but of the eight eggs boiled, only one had a flaw. The rest are perfectly smooth! Don't know if it will ever happen that way again, but I'm enjoying the victory. It's the small things.
Delighted to say that I weighed in at 193 this morning.
Progress.
Slow and steady. Tortoise beats the hare.
I think that's good for now. It's Monday. Gotta get to work.
Have a great week!
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