It's 8PM on Sunday night, and as usual, I'm having that moment of panic where I can't believe the weekend is over already. That I didn't get anything accomplished and am starting the week in a type of chore-debt.
In an effort to prove to myself that this is irrational thinking (and so I can feel good about what I *did* do), I'm going to list it out here. Please bare with me. These are in no particular order.
I am so very proud of the city and state I live in!!
"In contrast to earlier times, our state now recognizes that an individual's capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual's sexual orientation," the court said in the 120-page ruling, "and, more generally, that an individual's sexual orientation -- like a person's race or gender -- does not constitute a legitimate basis upon which to deny or withhold legal rights."We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples."
Read more about the steps to making gay marriage legal.
I just found out about the World Wide Knit in Public Day (WWKIP). It's where knitters gather together in a public space and, well, knit. Sounds fun, don't it?
There are a bunch of WWKIP day events this year in the Bay Area, such as Berkeley, Lafayette, San Mateo, Menlo Park, Los Gatos, Redwood City, San Rafael, Pleasanton, and Albany. Check the website for the one near you. I'm going to try to attend the one in San Francisco proper. Here's the skinny:
World Wide Knit In Public Day
Saturday, June 14, 2008
11-1
Union Square (underground Macy's food court if weather is icky)
Bring a chair, water, sunscreen, hat and of course, your knitting!
Is the part of the whole detox-diet thing that I was dreading. I knew it was coming. It always comes. It always derails me. It always sets me back. I had just been hoping it would take me longer than 2.5 days to get here. *sigh*
I left work hungry. Never a good sign. I stopped at Safeway to get the soup for the base of the chickpea stew I wanted to make for dinner. I figured I'd make the stew to go over the rice I cooked last night. Then I waited for Muni. For over 40 minutes. *sigh* I had a headache by the time I got home. But, I started making the stew as soon as I got home and things were going well. It was easy to put together and I cleaned up as I went.
I checked another cookbook and realized I could make the chickpea flatbread and they should both be done about the same time. Great! I wasn't sure that the stew would be enough, but with the flatbread it would be perfect. I was mixing the flatbread when E came home. I knew he had forgotten his drink today, didn't eat breakfast, and was over-hungry. I had hoped to have things ready by the time he got home, but Muni saw that that didn't happen. With about 20 minutes left before dinner, he left to do an errand with his bike.
The flatbread looked watery -- it called for 4 cups of water or more! -- but I popped it in the oven anyway. In 15 minutes it was still soup. As it was after 30 minutes. After about a hour it had set to a soft pudding-like consistency. And E still wasn't home. All this time my headache was growing as were my feelings of defeat and grumpiness.
I had just given up and was about to start eating without him when E came home. The stew was tasty, though I'll add potatoes next time to bulk it up a bit. The flatbread... well, E said it tasted good, but I don't really believe him. It was nasty and gross and I want to go bury it in the backyard.
I know that not every attempt in the kitchen pans out. I know that this will become a story that we tell and laugh about in the future. "Remember that flatbread pudding? Hahaha." But right now... I feel defeated, tired, I have a headache, and I just don't care. Which is making me pissy and grouchy. And I really want a cookie. Not one of the rice flour fruit juice sweetened cookies we have either. A REAL cookie.
This is the hard part of the cleanse, when I don't care. I feel poopy and want to comfort myself with food. Yes, I know this is the habit/cycle I need to break. But it's just so damn hard. I was feeling really good about making this work. I hope I can get that feeling back and let this go.
Yesterday I started a body cleanse/detox. I'm working with one of the naturopathic doctors at the San Francisco Natural Medicine Clinic. Basically, the idea is to eat at basically as possible for 21 days, letting your GI track and liver clean itself out and rest. And then you add foods back in to see if you have any allergies. So during the detox there is no: wheat, soy, corn, sugar, coffee, caffeine, eggs, dairy, nightshades (e.g., tomatoes), citrus, or peanuts.
In addition to the restrictive diet, you also get to drink a "bio cleanse" shake, a detox drink (which includes psyllium husk powder and bendonite clay), the master cleanse drink (water, lemon juice, fresh ginger, salt, honey and cayenne) and liver support tea.
I was very scared starting this diet. Everything I could think of for healthy foods or snacks included something from the no-no list. E (who is a brave little solider and is doing the diet with me) and I spent all afternoon Saturday gathering foods, shopping, and going through menus.
I'm very happy to report that I'm almost a day and a half into it and so far so good. The detox drink, which I was really dreading, isn't that bad. Sure, it's chalky, but mostly it tastes like the apple juice it's mixed with. The liver tea is trés nasty though, and the bio cleanser drink smells and tastes awful. Not looking forward to the days when I have to drink three of those.
Over all though, it went really good. It was actually fun to cook so much from scratch (we made stock since all the prepackaged ones we could find had tomatoes in it). I'm starting to think of it less as a punishment and more as a challenge, something I can "win" at. Whatever gets the shakes down, right?
Yesterday was my favorite kind of Sunday. The kind where I don't leave the house. I putter around the house, cooking, tidying, playing on the 'puter, and snuggling with the cats.
However, I am in desperate need of a pedicure. And since I didn't leave the house, it meant that I had to take my feet into my own hands. The problem with that is that I can't paint polish on my nails to save my life. You'd think after 34 years, and a Girl Scout badge in "Fashion, Fitness and Make-up," I would have figured it out, but no. My nails end up looking like a coked up 4-year old did them.
So, my toenails are now nice and short and in the buff. I keep glancing at my feet and wondering who's feet they are -- I'm so used to seeing color there. I also find that I'm walking softer in the house, padding around like one of the cats instead of striding to and from rooms. Funny the difference some color -- or lack there of -- can have.
Okay, that title really shouldn't make me smile the way it does. (And extra bonus points to anyone who gets the reference. No, you aren't eligible, E.)
I take two different meds for migraines. One to prevent them from happening. Another to stop a migraine cold in its tracks if I do get one. I put in for the renewal on the prophylactic *snicker* one two weeks ago. I ran out of them on Tuesday. They still haven't arrived.
Today... today I don't think the pain I feel is being tired. I think the migraine monster is rising from the deep. Curse you Kaiser! I'm off to battle your pharmacy department. But maybe after my head stops wanting to explode.