Posted by Sherry , Monday, April 12, 2010 Monday, April 12, 2010
Wow. You people need to take a blogging break so that I may maintain what little sanity I have left.
So many of you are BIG THINKERS. And you need to give me a break. Because in the last 17 months, my brain has become quite squishy.
Elmo and Desitin are the reigning themes in my life right now and the most philosophical questions I encounter all day are often “should we have peanut butter or grilled cheese for lunch?” and “how dangerous can it REALLY be to eat dog-food? Surely she will survive”.
So when Catherine starts blogging about what I shall coin “food-freedom,” and Drazil is pontificating on the effects of damaged family relationships and Amy starts suggesting that she has eaten “a lot” because she finished off AN ENTIRE CHICKEN NUGGET, my poor little head starts spinning.
Someone please start singing the “ABCs” or “Itsy Bitsy Spider” so that I can go back to my happy place.
In all seriousness though, I am so grateful for all these provoking blogs and of course and as always, for Oprah. Because, combined, they have given me some things to ponder. Which, in turn, takes my mind off of the white chocolate peanut butter bark beckoning me from the fridge.
I always knew that Oprah and I were somehow 'connected' and not just because we both love to dramatically announce the entrance of a new person to the room “Welcome, SHEEERRRYYY's BLOOOGGGG!” (key audience applause).
See, today I was catching up on some of Her Majesty's episodes and the one with the woman who lost like 175 pounds and then gained it back and then lost it again was on. And I know that some of you saw this episode, commented on it and are now talking about that Women, Food and God book and that is all well and good.
But what struck me most about this particular episode was how during the interview with this dieting woman Oprah QUOTED me. Uh-huh. I said it.
I would say that she PLAGERIZED my blog but I'm pretty sure if you say ANYTHING negative about Her Highness you are immediately whisked off by men in black coats and sunglasses and are forced to watch Dr. Oz pull out every human organ from a corpse. And then he makes you touch them.
I'm paraphrasing here but what she said is that she was just incredulous at how much TIME she has wasted dieting and thinking about dieting and fatness and feeling guilty about eating, hating her body. If you go back to my very first blog, you will see that I SAID THAT FIRST..... (Still love and worship you Oprah! Hugs!)
One of my goals for my life post-band is to finally reach Food Freedom. Food Freedom is where food is simply nourishment AND enjoyment and not guilt, anger, sadness, prison. Food Freedom is where I'm not scrutinizing my body with no mercy every minute of every day.
Food Freedom is like the Garden of Eden for fat people. There are candied apple trees and Frito bushes but we do not feel compelled to strip bare the vegetation and then ask Eve where the milkshake river is located.
There are a few of you in my blogosphere who have 'made it' to this place. It seems happy there. I want to get there. To me, that is paradise.
Ok, so now that I've totally exhausted my brain cells THINKING BIG (or at least 'bigger'), I'll fill you in on the nitty gritty of my last week.
I am feeling some restriction. Technically, I have none in there but maybe there is still some swelling because I definitely am eating about a ¼ of what I used to eat daily. And pretty much all of what I am eating would be considered 'mushy' or at least 'soft foods' except for a few crackers here and there.
I miss salads and sandwiches (especially Panera's Chicken Ceasar -- do you think it misses me too?) like the dickens but haven't been back to the doctor yet so thus, have not been given the 'all clear' to move forward.
My scale is still very unfriendly (and has beady little eyes too!) and I'm stuck at a 9 pound loss. I read Keelie's blog today and the lucky duck lost 6 pounds in one week. WTF?! She is lucky that I do not live near her or I may be compelled to use my leftover easter eggs and go all Picasso on her house.
I am considering a vlog in the future but am not sure how one goes about that, exactly. Luckily H is a computer genius and should be able to walk me through it.
I just hope that you all enjoy hearing about Sesame Street and poopy diapers....What? Do I hear crickets?