real food, real life

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Well, I’ve been eating real food for a couple of weeks now.  I am designing a new blog at projectrealfood.wordpress.com.  It’s not really up and running yet, but there’s a little bit of stuff there.  I’ve been practicing taking photos of food and thought I’d post this up here.

I wonder if all of this navel gazing (both psychological/metaphorical, and chubbiness-obsession/literal) is tied to the SAD (standard american diet).  We shall see.  I do feel better, but that might just be that I’m not going back to school!!!

I have a couple of friends who are a tad older than me who don’t really “work” in the sense of going to a 9 to 5 job everyday.  They said the other night “Do what you love and don’t worry about the rest.  It’ll all work out.”

So, I’m experimenting with real food recipes, practicing blog skills,  taking food photos, making jewelry, and relaxing some more.  Keep your fingers and toes crossed!

wasting time, earning health

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photo credit: fabgirl

Ok.  It has been a while.  I’ve been vacationing.  Here’s a photo of Lake Tahoe with fabulous fab girl.  we went a few weeks ago–it’s all a blur now.  It was wonderful.

I’ve just returned from Florida.

I am just now getting into wasting time.  Yesterday I looked at every pair of jeans at the salvation army.  I wasted time on facebook and responded to things from six months ago.  I don’t know what I’ve been doing.  I started low carbing/real fooding (which I already basically did).  I have been watching netflix and hulu.  kicking back basically.  not getting much of anything done.  I have a good tan now, which I guess is okay, just don’t tell any goths or dermatologists.

Sooo…wasting time.  I was so caught up in my own worries, and my teaching career, and what to do about it, that I couldn’t effectively waste time.  I couldn’t really relax.  I’d think, how do these people have the time to facebook or thrift shop?

So what is the health benefit of wasting time?  Okay, this is kind of too personal, but I know my health is returning–and I know because my *&^  drive has returned.  It’s the weirdest thing.  I guess I’m not as old and sick as I thought I was.  Hooray!