Monday, November 07, 2005
I guess I just feel like being wild and wacky. I’m playing games with my body to see how it will process caffeine, caramel color, 41 grams of sugar, and carbonation on top of Chinese dumplings and a sugar cookie. I think I’ve got some sort of digestive death wish going on. Why do I feel the need to self-destruct?! (think of Sally Struthers’ face when you read that last sentence. You know that “plleeeez help theeeem” look).
Last evening I had a wonderful dinner. Butternut squash lasagna (no, I didn’t make it, what are you kidding) with asparagus and salad. I think I actually heard my stomach saying to me, as I nibbled on a lovely green spear, “um…scuse me….what is this, please? We’d like some more of it.” I felt so guilty.
On top of everything else, I think my uterus is getting grouchy with me again. Can’t really blame her. Nobody gives her a chance.
Next thing you know my pancreas will stage a strike, the tibulas and fibulas will request a leave of absence, and my ear canals will complain that I never listen. All from one non-diet, full loaded/leaded Pepsi. And I’m a Coke fan! A Diet Coke fan!
My sister and her husband like Mr. Pibb over the good Dr. What are your thoughts about the Pibb, O.G.?
g: "dietary rebellion" that's classic. I'll be using that one. Rock on, sister.
Cicada: We could institute a season of lent for Mormons, see who'd catch on. I used to have a theory that because we voluntarily abstain from so many stimulants, food can become our drug. But perhaps that's a post for another time.
The joys of reading your blog. It's wonderful to get bits and pieces of you. Hope you are doing well. Miss you tons!!
Love, love, love...me
I'll go to the grocery store today and check out the labels. Stay tuned....
Call me Soda Sleuth.
Sorry to peddle useless, and inaccurate, information. Who knew that this post would yield so many responses. I was having trouble with what to write!
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