The Naturopath

Last week I started seeing a naturopath who also does acupuncture.  Obviously I decided the dope was not the best plan (see last post).  We talked for an hour and a half about food.  As I may have mentioned before, I hate food.  What I mean by that is not that I truly hate food and don't eat, it just is of very little interest to me.  I could live on peanut butter sandwiches, McDonald's hamburgers and fries, diet coke or root beer, sushi and occasionally KFC.  I dislike grocery shopping and cooking.  I can cook, I just don't enjoy it.

So here's what the naturopath wants me to eat:

-chicken stock
-egg yolks
-beef stock made from the femur bone of a cow (with the fat)
-a smoothie made up of zucchini, green beans and curly parsley
-unpasturized milk
-nut butter (apparently commercial peanut butter is crap) and
-coconut oil

I was all "gung ho".  I bought the groceries and a blender. (See, I've been married 25 years and don't even own a blender.)  I made chicken soup and starting drinking a cup of the stock here and there or having a bowl of the soup to which I had added rice, carrots and mushrooms.  There was no way I was going to eat a cooked egg so I started adding a raw one to the fruit smoothies I make with my blender.  I find that relieves the 4 p.m. need for a snack.  I am sticking with the 1% milk I buy at the grocery store and have yet to try any of the other goodies he has suggested.

On Thursday I will start the acupuncture. Someone posted on yelp that this guy relieved her headaches after just two visits.  Fingers crossed.

Guilt

Last night that I wrote that I would work on my book, at least a little bit.  By the time I went to open my computer I realized it was Thursday.  Ever since we moved into this house and my husband's best friend from high school moved in two blocks away, it's been sort of "open house" here on Thursday.  My husband and his friend(s) stand around, sampling different scotches, sometimes tequila as well as smoke dope.  So they decided that I should try and smoke it for pain relief of my headaches.  It definitely worked but then I was well, stoned.  Just because my headache had gone away didn't mean I could hop in the car and do my errands.  it was decided that my husband would leave his vaporizer all charged with a relatively small amount of weed in it.  When I woke at seven this morning and my head was killing me, I took two hits off the vaporizer. Ah, headache gone.  But definitely had to go and lie down.  Right now I don't have a headache and I feel like I could drive.  So here I go.  As for my book, tomorrow is another day.

Procrastination

I promised myself on my birthday in January that I would write every day.  Well, now it's March and I haven't written anything new, just keep editing what I have.  It's Thursday so even if I start to write today I have a lot of errands to do tomorrow (there are no groceries in this house, not to mention dry cleaning to go in and having some pictures printed).  In fact, I haven't shopped since the kids were here 2 weeks ago for their reading week.  When I was in university reading week was a time to go somewhere warm with a bunch of friends and party.  Now, my daughter in 2nd year had to study mostly because she had two mid-terms as soon as she got back to school.  My son took the time to apply for jobs.  He will be graduating at the end of April as an Engineer in Systems and Design.  He had two interviews while he was home and is coming back on Monday for another.  He also got an offer on one of his previous interviews.  Yes, I'm bragging and proud. "Kvelling" we call it, the Jewish word for a parent bursting with pride.

But back to my procrastination.  I will write a few pages tonight and do my errands tomorrow and continue on Saturday while my husband is in his office catching up on his paperwork.  Writing these small details of my life here feels like a promise to myself.