eat food. not too much. mostly plants.

From Michael Pollan's book In Defense of Food:

"That one should feel the need to mount a defense of 'the meal' is sad, but then I never would have thought 'food' needed defending, either. Most readers will recall the benefits of eating meals without much prompting from me. It is at the dinner table that we socialize and civilize our children, teaching them manners and the art of conversation. At the dinner table parents can determine portion sizes, model eating and drinking behavior, and enforce social norms about greed and gluttony and waste. Share meals are about much more than fueling bodies; they are uniquely human institutions where our species developed language and this thing we call culture."

I feel I have failed miserably in this regard as far as Ollie's upbringing so far. Currently, and despite some effort on my part, his favorite place to eat now is in front of the TV. Partly because I gave up trying to fight him to the table, and partly because of some other influences in his life, the innocent of which shall remain nameless.

A good read, by the way. Some of it I was already aware of and some of it was a surprising and new--a new way of looking at our current food culture and the historical shaping/molding of our current state in America. To the farmers market I go. Although, it's kind of sad that I picked up this book at the very same time as trying to considerably decrease our monthly food budget. Cause real food ain't cheap.

a glimpse into my chaotic mind

This is my to do list. And my try-to-make-some-kind-of-decision-about-this-issue-soonish list. And think-about-this-later-when-brain-isn't-exploding list. And don't-forget-this list. And it's not everything, either. If only I could fit everything onto an 8.5 x 11 peice of paper. But it was a relief to spill it out onto some paper to give my mind some rest for a while.


indecision

I've been thinking about painting my kitchen cabinets for over two years now. One thing that has been keeping me from painting them is the idea that it will make our apartment harder to sell when it comes time to sell. The other is that I just can't decide what color. I look through magazines and online and see things that I like, but then can't visualize how it will look on MY kitchen. I've also dreamed of putting a hard floor in our dining area (currently, we have carpet under the table. As you can imagine, it's a pain to clean up after infant/toddler and lazy parent (me) and the carpet is in very poor condition) and I don't know what color to put on the floor. So one day I was thinking maybe I could have some fun in photoshop and quickly "paint" my cabinets without any money or time invested in a possibly horrible mistake. As you can see, I got a little carried away. And I'm still not any closer to deciding.










contradiction

For being a "healthy condition" and not a disease, pregnancy sure feels like illness to me.

rats-o

fat load of good those flu shots did us.