Playing Reverb catchup today while a little boy naps on my lap. It's ok, he belongs to me.
As far as a literal role model goes, I was meeting with a nutritionist for a while. Her approach was gentle and supportive, and I love how she lives her life. She's a Pilates instructor as well, and I haven't managed that, but I love how she advises her clients to add healthy things into their lives instead of advising them to stop doing or stop eating a specific thing. Thanks to her I manage a couple of green smoothies a week, because some greens are better than none. I see photos of her enjoying jazz festivals and cocktail-filled girl weekends on the beach and I get that you don't have to stop enjoying food or your life to be healthy. She's also a beacon of positivity and that's something I want to bring into my life more.
As a public school attendee, I was teased some about my vocabulary, but more often about my clothes. My sneakers, most memorably. They were some off-brand and in third or fourth grade someone called them "bobo" sneakers. I didn't know what that meant but I knew it wasn't good. My dad was a teacher and my mom stayed home with the six (!) of us, so the latest Adidas or Pumas were not her shopping priority. We were always told we could either have lots of used presents from Goodwill or only one or two brand new presents, and we went for volume every time. I will still poke around at thrift shops, you never know what you'll find. In high school someone who went to elementary school with me asked what happened to all my "cool dresses" so I guess someone appreciated my thrifted styles.
If I could write an amendment - that's a tough one. I don't believe anyone can be trusted to make decisions for anyone else, so I guess I would channel Ron Swanson here. You know what, the best thing I could do for myself is not have to listen to anyone talking about politics. Can we do that?
Yesterday I made chicken enchiladas for the first time, and made the sauce from scratch. It was pretty easy even though I had to make a roux, which is always touch and go. I think the secret is not burning it! Who knew? I made ten of them, cooked five for the two of us for dinner and froze the other half. I'm such a SAHM. AND LOVING IT. I wish it could last forever and not just till September.
As far as a literal role model goes, I was meeting with a nutritionist for a while. Her approach was gentle and supportive, and I love how she lives her life. She's a Pilates instructor as well, and I haven't managed that, but I love how she advises her clients to add healthy things into their lives instead of advising them to stop doing or stop eating a specific thing. Thanks to her I manage a couple of green smoothies a week, because some greens are better than none. I see photos of her enjoying jazz festivals and cocktail-filled girl weekends on the beach and I get that you don't have to stop enjoying food or your life to be healthy. She's also a beacon of positivity and that's something I want to bring into my life more.
As a public school attendee, I was teased some about my vocabulary, but more often about my clothes. My sneakers, most memorably. They were some off-brand and in third or fourth grade someone called them "bobo" sneakers. I didn't know what that meant but I knew it wasn't good. My dad was a teacher and my mom stayed home with the six (!) of us, so the latest Adidas or Pumas were not her shopping priority. We were always told we could either have lots of used presents from Goodwill or only one or two brand new presents, and we went for volume every time. I will still poke around at thrift shops, you never know what you'll find. In high school someone who went to elementary school with me asked what happened to all my "cool dresses" so I guess someone appreciated my thrifted styles.
If I could write an amendment - that's a tough one. I don't believe anyone can be trusted to make decisions for anyone else, so I guess I would channel Ron Swanson here. You know what, the best thing I could do for myself is not have to listen to anyone talking about politics. Can we do that?
Yesterday I made chicken enchiladas for the first time, and made the sauce from scratch. It was pretty easy even though I had to make a roux, which is always touch and go. I think the secret is not burning it! Who knew? I made ten of them, cooked five for the two of us for dinner and froze the other half. I'm such a SAHM. AND LOVING IT. I wish it could last forever and not just till September.
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