Today I got up and had some leftover crusty garlic bread with my breakfast. It took me less than 15 minutes to have pain and bloating and regret ever putting bread in my mouth. It made me wonder, those people who are on gluten free diets? What are they eating if they're fat? It seems everything that's so often misused by those who are overweight, from bread to cookies to soy sauce, contains gluten. Are people who are overweight and on gluten-free diets cheating? Or do they go out of the way to eat foods high in calories? Or is there something else at work here that I simply have no clue about?
Can over-eating be an addiction? I haven't come across too many people who would debate the addiction model of food misuse. So I was rather surprised to come across a post this morning on Neurotic Physiology (a blog) that appeared to be debating whether or not we can really call it an "addiction". Unsurprisingly, however, the conclusion was that it is and addiction in the true sense of the word, and the body rewards itself for partaking in food abuse in much the same way it does with alcohol and drug abuse.
I've cut back my blog reading. I no longer try to read 300+ blogs a day. It's given me a lot more time in my day. The only problem? It seems I'm spending a lot of that extra time on FB.
Today Miz Fit had an excellent post on learning about fitness from her child. Unfortunately, for me that would be a mixed bag. One daughter claims the only reason one should ever run is if one is being chased by a bear. She's never run just for the joy of it. And she figures if it's not pasta, it's not worth eating. Oh, and she's continued that all as an adult, and is now down another dress size. The part I liked and can relate to, however, is some vague memory of being a child myself, when running and skipping and riding a bike were recreation not exercise. I wish I could get some of that back, but now it's like I know better. Obviously, I don't "know better". I know worse.
I kinda expected to see my son released yesterday. Paperwork takes forever with the jail (now there's something I never in my life thought I'd have reason to say!). First they can't wait to let him out, then they dilly-dally with the actual letting out. I've got his stuff packed, and a list of apartments for him. I kinda want to get this all out of my apartment.
Yesterday Cay was limping to class, and one of the kids at her school asked about the rash on her face. Lupus sucks.
Lupus sucks for me too.
And because Lupus sucks and our joints hurt, Cay and I did some stretching last night, then ended up in a crunch contest, and then trying to work up aerobic exercises that the other can't do (I won that one, the crunch contest was pretty even, and a little iffy because we kept thinking up ways to make it more challenging and testing each other instead of counting our own)... See? Exercise CAN be play. We've got to do that more often.
