Happy Rosh Hashana. Shana Tova. Happy New Year.
My new year’s resolution—and I rarely make these, by the way. AND I’m a Hebrew school drop-out—is to be less of an asshole about my Primal views.
So far it’s not working. I still bristle when I see smart, lovable people suffering chronic issues while stuffing their faces with crap. And I butt in when I shouldn’t, thinking I know better. Out of love, right? It’s still annoying and undermining. I wish I would stop. So the resolution.
Apparently beef kidneys taste like pee. It makes sense if you think about it.
I just ordered my first kidneys from The Family Cow, inspired by their nutritional profile, the price—$2.50 per pound—and the latest Primalesque book I’m reading, Deep Nutrition.
I love screen shots. Command + Shift + 3, baby.
And I love FitDay. It indulges my OCD tendencies. Below is the screen shot of the FitDay pie chart of my macronutrients for the day—fat, protein, carbs. If you click on the picture it will grow to legible proportions.
Even though I eat a lot of fat, my mother thinks I look too thin. Yes this pleases me, I admit it. You can call me eating disordered but just make it orthorexia, please.
Peaches took these creepy pics of me modeling the chicken feet. I have ten pounds of the stuff in my freezer.
I got into a fight with a vegetarian. Well, okay, I lashed out at a vegetarian who may not have been picking a fight with me on my facebook page. Admittedly I felt provoked by her initial comment, but no one deserves a lashing. Cut to the end of this story: I apologized.
I thought I’d change my kids’ names again. In the old blog they were known as Hamish and Stella. For the new blog, they will be known as Peaches and Spike.
Peaches and Spike decided that Bryan is too boring a name for my husband, whose real name is Bryan. Instead, Peaches declared, he shall be known in the blogosphere as Swamp Chicken.
I like that. I like it A LOT.
Something idyllic happened. I decided to send my daughter to PM kindergarten. This means I don’t have to drag her with me to pick up her big brother after school. I don’t have to rouse her from a television-induced stupor to force her into the minivan to then race to school like a bat out of hell in a muttering, stressed-out hissy. Instead, I pick them both up at the same time. (It also helps that this is the first year they go to the same school.)
I think my daughter has a hot bod. She’s five. I’m possibly deranged. But. Speaking of butts. Her butt is a taut round peach. Smooth too.
New website day one. I’ve owned my name-as-domain for years. After a malware scare on my old blog, I’m ready to start using it, start fresh, start over. Welcome new- and old-comers!
