Monthly Archives: March 2018

Getting my attitude in shape

Guys, I’ve been GROUCHY this week. Granted, I’ve had a couple rough days, and the time change takes a couple sleeps to get the body regulated, but some days I think my bad mood was feeding my bad mood.

My knees have been grouchy too. It’s not surprising that my already problematic knees would kick up a bit of a fight when they went from a couple-times-a-week sometimes high intensity, sometimes totally focusing on upper body workout routine to one that actually includes a comment make sure to stretch your back because all the jumping done through out the week might be compressing your spine (I’d love to check the science on that, but that’s for another day).

Monday morning, when the alarm clock went off at 4:40 body time, my eyes said no. My brain said no. My knees said no. And when they all agree, I tend to listen to them. So I slept for another hour. And as beautiful as that was, especially since M had been up that night for a block of 2 hours, I kind of regretted it. All day.

I regretted it when my day started with having to explain something to a coworker you never think you’ll have to explain.

I regretted it when my blood boiled when a comment from a coworker definitely crossed the line.

I regretted it when I was removing extraneous staples and they kept flying up and hitting me in the face.

I regretted it when a box of 1200 pencils was misplaced and the office who received it in error didn’t think “gee, if I didn’t order these, should I maybe check to see whose name is on the order requisition?”

I regretted it right up until I remembered at 9:00 at night that I had decided I was going to stretch and foam roll every night before bed.

It turns out that when you’re whinging in pain, you can’t really focus on the bad parts of your day, just the bad parts of your muscles.

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Not For Chickens: Balance

Allow me to rant: promoted tweets are pretty much the worst. Last week, it was to the point where I almost quit the word bird. In particular, their decision that I just needed to know everything there was to know about keto diets.

And more importantly, it wanted me to know that there were way to make all my favourite sinful indulgences keto-compliant.

Those of you who follow my Twitter (@caredge) know that I responded with my favourite, and likely the most popular, Michael Polan quote:

Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

Michael Polan – In Defense of Food

It’s really simple advice. But it’s also ridiculously hard when you realize that “food” means actual food and not these highly processed items.

But that processing? That’s pretty much the reason I am terribly opposed to a lot of these highly restrictive diets. You are not altering your eating habits as much as you are trying to trick your brain into believing you are eating that thing you love, when really it’s just a bastardization of it. While, again, I don’t so much endorse highly restrictive diets, I had to give Whole 30 some respect when I read a post of theirs that made me both giggle and nod in agreement:

To use an analogy we can all (probably) understand, the Paleo-ification of poor food choices is a little bit like having sex with your pants on. (source)

We’re not training our taste buds to really appreciate actually healthy food. We’re just teaching it that we can have our cake and eat it too, so long as we use coconut flour, a powdered low carb sweetener, xantham gum, and all the extracts we can find to mask the fact that low carb sweeteners taste like melted plastic.

But I’m not perfect. I’m far from perfect. I mock all these extreme diets for allowing people to live in the illusion that they are eating healthily, when me? Maybe not so much.

But I’m trying. I’m trying to find that balance between eating the junk that I love, and embracing the whole “eat food.  Not too much. Mostly plants”. And sometimes that means eating such a delicious quinoa salad that I can’t wait to make it again. And sometimes that means making pizza from scratch, and serving it with a side of salad (and a glass of wine). It’s recognizing not every meal is going to win the health awards, but it’s making sure that overall, ya, we’re doing all right.

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Intersectionality on International Women’s Day

A few weeks ago, I have a morose little girl at my supper table. Granted, she’d been working through something (no idea what) for a few days, but when supper was over, I snuggled on the couch with her and started asking her about her day. Finally something came out that shocked me: “I wasn’t allowed to play with the cars today because I was a girl.”

I was heartbroken for her. I was angry at her classmates. I was frustrated with the world.

And I was proud.

“Then Eva and I got out some more cars and played with them together because girls can play cars just as well as boys. And then some of the boys joined us, too”

I don’t know whether the situation played out exactly as she relayed it. I don’t know whether there was actually sexism at play, or simply a couple kids not wanting to share or change their game (my girl tends to try to be large and in charge and I get that isn’t always appreciated). But the fear is there: that she is experiencing inequality based on a predetermined factor when she is only 3 years old.

It’s kind of horrifying being a mom of two little girls when I hear all the stories about the disadvantages that they may face throughout her life. It’s also horrifying to know that despite these disadvantages, they will still experience far more privilege than others out there, simply because their skin is white, their parents bring in two incomes and they live in a democratic country with a Charter of Rights and Freedoms. But considering that the stories that I hear coming home from preschool tend to focus on C’s compassion, I hope that she will remain sensitive to making sure that any headway she makes in this world is not made on the backs of others.

I had to resist the urge to channel some Margaret Atwood and quote “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum” (don’t let those bastards grind you down) that day on the couch, not just because it’s not quite age appropriate, and not really Latin, but because I didn’t have the translation for what I feel is an important addendum to the phrase: and don’t be the bastard that grinds other down.

The modern world has been built on the backs of women and I’m so proud that we’re taking strides to gain our rightful place in the world. But we also need to be careful that we’re not raising ourselves up without raising up other minority groups with us.

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Currently: In March

Spring is so close, I can almost smell it! Assuming spring smells like a fresh pile of snow, that is. But I’m so glad to welcome March, even though it tends to be a cruel joke in which parts of this hemisphere begin to enter spring, and we are hit with at least one more blizzard. But enough of my complaints about Manitoba weather. This month I am…

Currently in March

…planning: to get more done during the evenings so we can have more fun during the weekends. Right now, it feels like weekends are only a device which we use to stop our life from spinning out of control during the week.

…seeing: hopefully a new laptop in my future. If we don’t get hit too hard when we finally do our taxes, it might just be time to get a new computer. I know I don’t need another Macbook, but I just love how it interfaces with the rest of my Apple universe.

…making: lots of “back to basics” meals. Hamburger soup. Turkey. Turns out toddlers are much more accepting of basics

…pretending: it’s spring with my floral dresses. Thank goodness for fleece lined tights.

…wearing: my baby. She’s going through a big daddy phase and since I’m still adjusting to being away my girl all day nearly every day, so I’m taking it rather rough.

Thanks Anne and Sarah for this month’s Currently link up!

 

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C Reads: February

Some classics, some fails and some solid repeats in this batch!

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Do BabyBug count as books? C loved (ok, still does) these magazines and M is getting into them as well. They’re short, and so I don’t hate when I see them come home from the library.

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Me and My Brother by Ruth Ohi was a strange pick for a household with two daughters and no intention of expanding any further. The pictures are sweet, but the words are sparse. Maybe in a few months, if we find Me and My Sister it will be good for M?

A Guinea Pig Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, Alex Goodwin, and Tess Gammell is on the opposite end of the spectrum… so many words. We never made it past the third page.

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Christian the Hugging Lion by Justin Richardson and Peter Parnell is a touching, sweet, gives-you-that-catch-in-the-back-of-my-throat kind of book. And the fact it’s based on a true story? Even sweeter.

Fletcher and the Springtime Blossoms by Julia Rawlinson and Tiphanie Beeke is a decent book. Fletcher mistakes blossoms for snow flakes and sends the the forest creatures into a frenzy preparing for an extended winter.

Stars by Mary Lyn Ray and Marla Frazee is a stream of consciousness look at the importance of having something which you can look to during a tough time. I wasn’t crazy about it?

The Alphabet Thief by Bill Richardson and Roxanna Bikadoroff was an instant favourite with C though while she’s slowly getting into reading and spelling, the premise of this book went over her head. A thief is stealing letters, and so stare becomes star, team becomes tea (some letters resurface, but I don’t think I’m supposed to mention that). It’s long and I get tired of reading the lilting rhymes (and explaining why mice becomes ice), but it’s still probably my favourite of the bunch.

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