Have you ever cherished something so much you dang near fall apart when it stops working properly?
That’s how I feel about my car…or should I say “felt” about my former car.
For months I’ve noticed him struggling to gain speed. Then he began idling pretty rough, despite a recent tune up. I tried to ignore it. Patch him up in hopes of moving forward.
Then, it all came to a head two weeks ago when I went to pick up Shorty from school. I was literally puttering along the interstate at speeds at a whopping 55mph. It was then reality had finally settled in: my baby’s transmission was failing yet again. (insert sob here)
Follow me here for a second—I bought that car when Shorty was only two weeks old. Two weeks! It was economical and very dependable.
It’s gotten us to work and back—preschool to primary school. It’s taken us on impromptu family vacations, and even served as a shuttle for the soccer team.
Witnessing the demise of my special, metal friend, was a hard and bitter pill to swallow.
It’s been a week and I’m finally accepting the old adage “all good things must come to an end.”
I love vegetables as much as the next gal, but let me tell you something….when everything you eat involves foods of the “rooted” variety, that love can quickly fade.
I know you’re thinking, CG it’s only been one day!
While I appreciate your observance, the reality is, I’m finding this to be a bit more difficult, than I originally planned.
It’s not all bad. In fact, I rather enjoy many of the homemade recipes I’ve found online…
Unfortunately, when it comes to eating on the run, the options narrow, considerably.
Today, Captain and I took Tiny to the zoo. I pre-packed a few healthy snacks like apples and bananas. (Yay me!)
Unfortunately after a few hours of walking around, I was ready to throw all caution to the wind and eat everything in sight!
Thankfully I did not succumb to my need for instant gratification, and yummy nachos?
We packed up our party, and headed back toward town. There ee scoured around until we found a local Chinese restaurant, where I ordered a white rice and vegetable meal: crisis averted, at least, for now.
But the reality is, this lifestyle is something I need to research a little more to see how sustainable it will be in the long run.
If you have any tips or tricks, I’m all ears.Just drop a line below.CG
If you’re like me, vowing to make a major change can sometimes come with a bit of trepidation.
What you say: I want a new job!
What you feel: What if I fail?
What you say: I’m ready to be a better parent/lover/friend!
What you feel: What if my advancements aren’t well received/rejected?
You may see where I’m going with this, but stick around and let me unpack this a bit.
Last month I made a heck of a confession in regards to my overall digestive health. At that time I vowed to spend some time eliminating what I thought were the sources of the problem, dairy and meat, from my diet.
The truth is I’ve cut down quite a bit, but I haven’t gone 100%. Just the thought of being vegetarian, or even (gulp) vegan is really intimidating.
Unfortunately, so was the physical and mental aspect of act of going cold turkey from them both at the same time. So this time I’ve devised a multi-step plan. First on the chopping block is my beloved dairy.
My Truth about Dairy
I don’t consume much, anyway. I don’t eat much cheese, I drink almond milk instead of regular milk, and stopped eating yogurt some time last year. But there are a few milk-based vices that I had a hard time letting go of: namely ice cream, cream cheese and heavy whipping cream.
Why whipping cream you may ask—the answer is quite simple: I use whipping cream as creamer for my coffee. I little goes a long way, and it makes my java sing!
Unfortunately, of the three things I still consume, this one is the sole culprit of my GI issues. I know this, and I have for quite some time. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to give it up. I’ve tried everything, including a number of dairy alternatives like: powdered non-dairy creamers and non-dairy milk and neither won me over.
Powdered creamers—the list of ingredients make me want to drop the canister off at a science lab instead of in my coffee.
Non-dairy alternatives—leaves the coffee flat and unappealing.
The other two, ice cream and cream cheese don’t have as much of an impact on my personal digestion, but if you know like I know, they can be gateways to other yummy dairy foods.
For instance, cream cheese isn’t a problem for me per se, but when you whip it up with butter and powdered sugar, you have the makings of some great tasting cream cheese icing. Ice cream is pretty self- explanatory, don’t you think? Chocked full of yummy creamy goodness full of nuts and the best of them feature caramel. #yum
But the fact of the matter is, all good things must come to an end.
So for the next few weeks I’ll be making a slow march toward veganism, one dairy free meal at a time.
Life at Casa de CG has gotten back to normal; for now.
There are daily conversations about “what’s for dinner” and what’s on the Disney channel. There are sporadic moments of raucous laughter that are often preceded by pillow fights and tickle-fests. When I’m not looking, there are even spats between siblings that are blown way out of proportion just because.
What I haven’t seen these past few days is the return of the infamous”Tween Drama Queen.” You know the one I’m talking about. The one who’s annoyed with the world, closed off, and unruly for what seems to be no reason at all. Turns out, her Royal Moodiness needed a break. (thank goodness)
Since our last chat, I’ve taken some time to sit down with Shorty in hopes of hammering out the rationale behind some of her attempts at mutiny. (I’m sure you know how those talks panned out: full of silence)
So I went back to the drawing board. This time I came up with a method that turned out to be a major home run!
You see, Shorty has recently begun keeping diaries. The fascination first began when my sister bought her one of those electronic diaries; you know the ones with the password and invisible ink pen. Then we hit second grade, where some classmates reading the “Dork Diaries” book series, and later ran across the kid movie, Dear Dumb Diary on Netflix. Are you noticing a theme here? I sure did.
So, I decided to create us a joint journal. In it, she can express herself however she wants. She can ask questions, write poetry, and more importantly, she can communicate with me the things she’s unwilling to say. We’ve had the journal for about two weeks, and so far so good. The first few entries were pretty generic on her behalf, but now it seems we’re getting to the good stuff: worries about getting older, being a great big sister, and moving on to the third grade.
So, please tell me I’m not the only one looking for new solutions to an old problem. What are some unconventional ways you adopted to help you get through to your kids. If you don’t have your own, but you know, or take care of kids, I’m eager to hear your response as well.