The seven wonders of week one:
1) Go Fish
It’s the 5th night in a row of cooking seafood and fish. My eldest son Mason, buries his head in the couch and mumbles, “Oh, that smells so gross. How do you eat that stuff?”
Because I am suffering from protein depletion; my muscle mass deteriorating by the minute. And, before long, it’s good bye Captain High Liner, hello beans and tofu. In the meantime, Momma’s eatin’ the catch of the day, every day.
Instead I answer, “It’s good for you. Maybe one day you’ll outgrow your allergy and try it.”
“No way,” he splutters through the hand covering his nose and mouth, darting out of the kitchen, as if I just released chlorine gas. “This blog is going to affect my entire life if I have to smell that every night.”
2) I’ve Become Gollum (The Hobbit)
As my menu shrinks (no meat, no sugar), I become quite possessive about food. My children and husband try to sneak my gluten-free pretzels, to which I respond: “We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky, little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!”
Yes, I am a Tolkien nerd. Wanna make something of it?
Watched this prior to going meatless and it proves to be a great motivator. It’s an environmental documentary that puts animal agriculture front and center as the leading cause of just about every environmental ill (from pollution to water shortages to ocean “dead zones”). It also reveals some nasty hypocrisy with environmental movements as they refuse to address this issue The Website even includes a 30-day vegan challenge (I’m seeing some cross-promotion possibilities here). Regardless of whether you believe the conspiracy theory, the treatment of animals is enough to get you on the veggie bandwagon.
4) Family Ties
I always joke that if Dr. K and I were stranded on a desert island, he would eat my left arm because I am a righty and don’t necessarily need both.
On Saturday I make an enormous pot of Seafood Stew. (FYI, I substitute salmon for mussels and clams). I invite my brother, the paleo king (he travels with pepperoni sticks) to join us for dinner. He’s also going meatless because he too watched Cowspiracy—and he likes to randomly deprive himself of entire food families. It’s a thing. Anyway, in between my afternoon invitation and Dr. K leaving for hockey practice, ¾ of the stew (that would serve a small army) goes missing. Guess hubby is feeling the protein pinch more than me. But, he is being supportive. I uninvite my own flesh and blood by text. No way I’m going without dinner.
5) Great Wolf Lodge
You’ve likely seen the video recap. If not, follow this link: The Great Meditation.
6) It’s Lent
Every year our nanny Karen goes without meat and sugar for Lent. I think she’s amazingly disciplined. After 11+ years of watching her do this, Dr. K. and I can finally relate to her dedication. That is, when Dr. K is not accidentally eating bacon. Again. (Little C rats him out every time). But he did do beets over beef at a recent party…. Way to go, honey!
I have spent 40 minutes meditating in the last eight days. I know that because my Headspace meditation app told me this morning via email. They should have sent me a big, fat “YOU FAIL”, but I guess motivational programs don’t do that. At 10 minutes a pop, I should have at least 80 minutes under my belt. Yes, yoga includes meditation but even if I bump my count, it’s not stellar.
So I reflect on why. Here is what I come up with:
6:30 am: Meditate or hit snooze three times? No brainer.
8:00 am – noon: Carpool, groceries, errands, Pilates, pick up Little C. Lots of me-time in the van but meditation may not be ideal, eyes being closed and all that. I listen to a Donald Trump rally on CNN instead. That really calms one down.
12:30 – 3:30 pm: Work, pay bills, prep dinner (which currently takes 3 hours). Besides, who wants to meditate in the middle of the afternoon? It smacks of the self-indulgent– like watching daytime TV. Do I look like Peg Bundy? No, I think I’ll write a blog post all about me instead.
3:30 pm – Dinner: Kids are all home. I try group meditation. Mason misunderstands the focus part and tries to solve a math equation in his head. Eden really takes to it but I keep peeking at her to make sure she hasn’t dozed off. And deep thought with Little C is like practising mindfulness with the Duracell bunny. Not happening.
Bath and Bedtime: Do I really need to meditate now? This is the most tranquil I’ve been all day. I pass out on the couch and call it a night.