As my little man finishes up his nap (almost two hours — and I got to sleep for 1 1/2 of them), I am reading about Danica Patrick’s ways in which she stays in shape. She and I are about the same size according to the stats (only she is about four inches taller). She obviously has a much different job than I do in life (driving an Indy race car), although carrying over twenty pounds of baby could qualify as the same I think. She tells of eating breakfasts that consist of egg white omelets and brown rice oatmeal. Her lunches involve lean protein and her big splurge is making some whole wheat pizza that has low fat mozzarella with her husband, who is a physical therapist. Considering I had donuts for breakfast yesterday and a handful of candy after my sandwich at lunch, I don’t think I fall into her category — although I want to. I want to be that healthy all of the time, but wait I am not sponsored or in the public eye so maybe that is why it is really hard to turn down bacon and french toast for breakfast even though I am attempting to work on my post-baby pudge. Instead I think it is okay to relish in the splurges if you do it in moderation. If I had donuts for breakfast everyday or King-Size Fifth Avenue bars daily then we probably would need to talk. The other good thing is summer is on the horizon and for some reason eating carb and fat-filled things seems unsatisfying when it is very humid and warm outside. Those are the days I crave fruit and vegetables. Large glasses of ice cold water instead of lattes (okay, I always crave lattes — nevermind that comparison). I am finishing this post after the delightful breakfast of bacon and french toast. As I finish my cold coffee, I am already thinking about my run this afternoon (three miles of pure hills) and the hike I plan to take with my newly clean dogs (bath time is like a small exercise class) and my 20+ lb baby this afternoon. I am dreaming of American Flatbread for dinner this evening and reminding myself that I need lots of water today — so maybe I won’t be on the cover of Shape magazine, but I know that I will be happy being me.
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Snow Falling in October
After waking up this morning, albeit at 11:00, I noticed this white fluffy stuff drizzling outside my window where my vibrant leaves has just been. Stretching my eyes for a better view, I realized that it really is snowing in Vermont. Although, it is pretty lame — just a trickle of light flakes almost like dandruff that won’t collect on that black sweater you are wearing. However, it is official — I have to find other shoes to wear to my doctor’s appointment today instead of flip flops. I think I should be in good shape as I have actually been able to see my ankle bones the last couple days! Winter is a funny transition here in Vermont. Officially, it doesn’t start for a while, but we gear up for snow as early as October and expected it as late as May or June. This year I am having a hard time imagining snow because I am in a different place than usual. I won’t be able to grab my board and head to the mountain any time soon with a baby. I am thinking I might get an opportunity to strut my stuff during February if at all. Snow represents being stuck inside all the time with a newborn because walking on snowy, dirt roads isn’t easy and many of the bike paths aren’t plowed. What if I become a mall walker, destined to cruise up and down past the Auntie Ann’s Pretzel Stand and Victoria Secret’s? Could my life come to that? Hopefully, I’ll be a little more upbeat and find creative ways to get out to things like Story Hour at the local library. And, of course, starting on November 1st I’ll be writing a novel. Do I have a plot yet? No. Characters? No. A theme? No. However, I am ready to start. Today’s writing activity comes from Natalie Goldberg’s book about writing a memoir entitled Old Friend from Far Away.
Writing Exercise: Write about coffee. Think about times when you have drank coffee. Experiences. Tastes. Who drinks what type of coffee. All you need to know is your topic is coffee. If you spin in a different direction, maybe that is a signal from the writing gods and goddesses — however, start with coffee.
Can you tell I am missing my usual triple venti nonfat one pump vanilla latte?
