Julie came home from the hospital before Christmas. She still cannot walk, but she can sit up in a chair and she can wiggle her feet. She will make a full recovery, but the experts have no idea how long that will take. Her mother is hoping to bring her to school for short periods in January, because the poor child is bored silly.
I was a bit nervous about bringing Zachary to visit, but he did great, perhaps in part due to the new train set she had. He just accepted that she couldn’t walk and went on with life. He actually seems more interested in playing with her nowadays, perhaps because he is bored silly on a four-week winter break.
My experiment giving up sweets for six weeks went swimmingly. I am the queen of self-discipline, so I had no trouble saying “no” once I set my mind to it. I was especially curious to see if the extreme mood swings that seem to accompany a certain time each months would be affected by my abstinence from most processed sugar.
Sadly, they were. I had a few cranky moments for two days (unfortunately, while my in-laws were here — sorry, guys) and then went a bit nuts for about a day. Given that – during that time of the month – I am usually a stark, raving lunatic who ought to be locked in Mr. Rochester’s attic for four days, this was a great improvement.
Why is this such a bad thing? Well, it means I sort of need to give up sweets permanently unless I want to take hormonal supplements, and I don’t want to take extra medication. So, I am giving up sweets. Not completely. I figure I am safe dipping into the Ben & Jerry’s about once a month. But, while I would not give up sweets to lose weight or some such nonsense, curbing the beast within is a pretty good motivator.
Yesterday, Zachary poked my stomach with his hand and, finding it rather squishy, informed me there was a baby in there, which there most certainly is NOT. So, perhaps giving up sweets just about now is not the worst of ideas. And, maybe I ought to think about adding cheese to that list…