Oddly, despite a number of chronic conditions I am probbably healthier than I have ever been -- if I am not careful now, I can get really sick. so I get more sleep , more exercise and eat better than ever. The only time I really didn't eat well, I was in college. My DH is one of those people that really doesn't understand healthy eating . But that is because he was an exercise fiend in college and could eat 3 or 4 quarter pounders at a sitting and lose weight. Living with me he has learned a lot. But it sometimes surprises me what he doesn't know.

How ever knowing is part of it. practice , another. And I like most foods, so in theory it should be easy. I even like to cook. But real life gets in the way. And the only way I see it being different is if I was a full time stay at home mom . Because I believe the only way to get a healthy eater is to create the environment for it. ( this is not to say anyone shuould do what I say -- it is just one of those places where my life would be different if I had had kids. Like the tv would be on less if I had kids )

Because I believe the only way to get a healthy eater is to create the environment for it.

On the one hand, yes - I don't keep cookies in the house because I don't want Dylan to get used to having access to cookies all the time. (I do keep ice cream in the freezer, but Dylan is too short to know it's there.)

OTOH, BWAH. The amount of extra food I eat because Dylan left half a sandwich on his plate and I don't want it to go to waste is...well, let's just say it's a good thing I'm supposed to be eating for two right now.

My advisor responded to an email! Seems like it takes at least five emails plus a note on his door to get a response.

Whoo, Hil!

BMI as health indicator is bullshit in so many ways that I don't EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.

So I won't!

I also won't go into how food is not an indicator of good or evil- it is necessary to live, and you know what, I don't care how anyone eats, healthy or not healthy. Whatever.

I am so, so over our national eating disorder and insane obsession with food and weight.

The article thing is not really that fascinating of a story...I've been paid for writing a few times, but this is nice because New Mobility has national circulation and I didn't have to track them down for the ducats...DebG has a friend that she wanted me to write about, with a view to having it appear on the website I used to write for. It shut down, but I took a chance and wrote a pitch.

That is super-awesome, erika! The fact that more of the world is reading your words makes me happy.

Your employer doesn't then know your BMI or your cholesterol or what have you, just "Employee X gets 15 points, so that's the 5% "discount"!"

Well, except for the fact that my employer is actually someone who does biometric screening, so we screen ourselves. And I happen to know that basically everything is in a non-anonymous paper file. There is no fucking way they are getting my info (since right now it is only tied to a $50.00 optional gift card., not my actual employment)

Oh I don't think I'd appreciate being swabbed on the job. I resented drug testing even when I had no bad habits to worry about testing positive. I do resent being denied the opportunity to buy health insurance for weight.

$$$ for erika: wooo-hoooo! May the next paid writing come sooner and pay better for you.

Spending all my time getting stuff ready for my February Art Window. I am soooo excited by the thought of seeing everything unpacked all at the same time I can hardly contain myself.

What my horrible neighbor did today: Put his garbage can out at the curb early Tuesday afternoon, taking up a parking space. He can't be too early for a Thursday pickup, you see.

When he drove off, I evilly ran out and put his garbage can back by the house. Moooa-haw-haw, go me. Waited for him to come back. Watched him drag the garbage can back out to the curb. Then he came back out and had to walk to the curb in the rain because he had some garbage to throw out. He's completely insane to inconvenience himself so to put out the neighhborhood with his lordship of guest parking.

This is the man who needs me to comply with park rules? I laugh. I fling metaphorical poo and cooties. I await the cover of darkness so I can steal his garbage can!

If the plumber was supposed to be here sometime this evening, and it's now 9, can I safely assume that he's not going to be here?

Yes.

Also, he sucks.

eta: I mean, if he was going to be that late but still show up, I'd expect him to call first.