Libby and soul food

:)ctober 5, 2008


I've promised myself (and your the reader) that this blog will be honest and explore my dark side in jest.

Years ago, I read a novel that commented on a famous painting of the devil. (I’d like to credit the author or the painting but keep in mind I’m going on 60 and that didn’t stick with me) In the painting the devil had a heart-shaped appendage at the end of his tail.. The author mused that possibly man’s heart was directly related to his a---ole.

I was at the supermarket when the strangest of all phenomena occured every time I passed up a sugary item I noticed something that had eluded me over the last fourteen years and never related with food a twitter-patting ‘down there’. So I query now is healthy nourishment directly related to my girly parts? Is it possible that on a path toward a healthful 60, I’ll find my long lost pal Libido?

Putting my purchases away at home there was initial excitement of intentional shopping. There was an awareness that my ego was jumping up and down congratulating me on a job well done. The inner child was looking for a reward at this congratulations and my super ego was doling out the what’s so s. The conversation went something like this……
Super Ego: “You’ll get to eat healthy if you don’t botch it up”
Child: “Who will notice?
Ego: “I need attention”
Super Ego: “You’re in touch with you Libido… Why is that not enough?”

It was clear to me that the debate wasn’t winnable….. which will be okay as I do get to eat healthy . I’m broke!!!

I’ve become a grandmother again this week to a beautiful boy named Wyatt Russell… 9 lbs 2 oz and he looks like mom which is really great as all the others
in my brood have a strong resemblance to me. Hayden is sweet and loving to baby brother. Connor had a ‘who’s on first conversation’ with his mom about having a new cousin that went something like this….
Mom: “ you have a new cousin.”
Connor: “Yeah I know Hayden”
Mom “no a new cousin Wyatt.”
Connor: “Whos Wyatt?”
Mom: “Your cousin.”.
Connor: “Cousin Hayden”
Mom: “No cousin Wyatt.”
Connor: “Who’s Wyatt?”
Then mom gives up she’s waiting for pictures.





NOW THIS NOURISHES MY HEART.
nameste

Let the Adventure Begin

Every one is blogging these days…… (the word blogging is so new that my Windows 98 Word program things it misspelled.!!!!!) So I’m going main stream. The point is the ADVENTURE of the next ten months…. For at the completion of this adventure I’ll be 60. I get that many have gone before me….but you see I never had any trauma about getting older….I don’t even think I ever noticed that I wasn’t still 30… so this thought 60 seems like it’s coming out of no where.

9/28/2008

What was the trigger…… Libby Ledbetter? My current job wishes and whoa(s)? the state of my major relationship? Or some notion that I had in earlier years of what 60 was going to look like? Whatever it’s origins it’s come as a jolt that I don’t have a CLUE on what and how to nourish this vessel that I breathe through. It’s not that I don’t understand nutrition…it’s the 59years and 2months and 23days of indulgence and deprivation that bring me to this conclusions
Twelve years ago I gave up dieting…. It had become the source of self emotional abuse with that out of the way…her comes 25lbs!!!!! lol (I love the sense of humor from the divine) Fast forward to last Monday….and I made a commitment to myself as solemn as the one to stop dieting that I will begin to create health for this being’s home. I had a brilliant idea ….I’d get conscious to what I put in the sugarhole. I wrote down everything I ate for the day. That seem to go the same way as the dieting…..I could not stop stuffing that orifice. I ate so much I was sick… the details of which I will spare you.

In recent times I’ve discovered, Red meat has always liked me so much it doesn’t want to leave: that dairy bloats me: and my beloved caffeine and chocolate aggravate what I’m told is GERD.

So while I trod forward toward this unseen future…..I thought I’d invite you on the ride. I’m going to get Probiotics on pay day…..me thinks that’s like yogurt without the cow. Pray for me that this won’t have the effects of dieting or writing down what gets stuffed in my sugarhole. There’s probably a metaphor in there somewhere.
I’ll keep you posted
Nameste