An excerpt from an article about what to do in the event of an ostrich attack:
Ostriches can only kick forward, and rarely, to the side, so if you're behind or to the side of an ostrich you're pretty safe. Ostriches can maneuver quite deftly, however, so you're only safe temporarily.
Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Twenty-First
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I am not usually much of a girl about insects. I went to camp for years, tramped around in woods, prided myself on my lack of girly fears, and generally could handle whatever as long as it wasn't a cricket.
But this morning when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw, absolutely level with my head, RIGHT NEXT TO MY PILLOW, INCHES FROM MY FACE, AND MOVING ITS EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF LEGS was a giant black spider.
It was pretty disturbing.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Seventeenth: Going to Bed
I'm pretty happy here in ole China these days. The only true thorn in my side is a wildly off-kilter sleeping schedule that's been mucking things up. I don't know what my issue with going to bed is, but it's been around since childhood, and it always flares to magnificent proportions when I have a varied daily schedule, as I did in college and do now.
Going to bed is just so unappealing. Either I can continue to get things done or to relax with various fun forms of entertainment, or I can abruptly stop what I'm doing, lie down, and do...nothing.
I'll only do it at whatever time I actively start falling asleep, which is always later and later into the night. And now I'm going to bed at 4am and waking up today at 1:37pm.
When I'm home, in addition to his many other fine qualities, A is especially wonderful because he always goes to bed at the same time every night (between 10 and 11pm), and he always drags me with him. And when A is there, it's so fun to go to bed! He's warm and nice, and we get to talk without the TV, and he spoons me (cheesy, I know, but he's really good at it, so shhhh) until I fall asleep.
And then suddenly I'm regularly getting plenty of sleep at the correct time, and that really makes the rest of life so eeeaasy.
And, you know, who wouldn't want to climb into bed with this?
Going to bed is just so unappealing. Either I can continue to get things done or to relax with various fun forms of entertainment, or I can abruptly stop what I'm doing, lie down, and do...nothing.
I'll only do it at whatever time I actively start falling asleep, which is always later and later into the night. And now I'm going to bed at 4am and waking up today at 1:37pm.
When I'm home, in addition to his many other fine qualities, A is especially wonderful because he always goes to bed at the same time every night (between 10 and 11pm), and he always drags me with him. And when A is there, it's so fun to go to bed! He's warm and nice, and we get to talk without the TV, and he spoons me (cheesy, I know, but he's really good at it, so shhhh) until I fall asleep.
And then suddenly I'm regularly getting plenty of sleep at the correct time, and that really makes the rest of life so eeeaasy.
And, you know, who wouldn't want to climb into bed with this?
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The Sixteenth: What I've Learned
This is what I've learned in my years and years of disordered eating, weight gain, and weight loss.
1) If someone you love is having these problems, shut up.
No, really. You're just trying to be supportive? That's a very nice sentiment. DON'T ACT ON IT. No, seriously. No comments, no encouragement, no questions, NOTHING. Despite many, many discussions about this, A just told me he's proud of me and that he can see more muscle, and now I have spent my day obsessing. THAT'S NOT HELPFUL. If that doesn't help, neither will your extremely misguided "hard love" or "telling it like it is" or "honesty". Your loved one is in serious trouble? Send them to a professional. YOU, YOURSELF, CANNOT DO ANYTHING, EXCEPT SOMETHING BAD.
2) Baby steps.
It is very tempting to go on an extreme diet/exercise kick because you see huge results in a very short amount of time. But, aside from being unhealthy, that is just really hard to do. Lots of discipline, lots of misery, lots of pain all of a sudden. Make changes really, really, really easy on yourself. If you keep derailing, keep reducing the change until you don't. I'm serious. Five minutes of exercising a day can grow. Forty-five minutes a day won't if you give up after two days.
3) Invest/Plan.
Be very, very realistic (this is key), and set yourself up from the beginning with anything you could possibly want/need. Change the plan if it's unrealistic (and be extremely honest with yourself about what you will and won't do). Anything you can get to make the experience more pleasant is WORTH THE MONEY.
Initially, I never wanted to invest in any equipment until I could prove to myself that I would stick with it. I never bought myself an mp3 player for running, because I felt I had never run long enough to warrant the expense. A bought me one for my birthday, and it is so, so, so much more pleasant to run now. And I run longer, faster, better.
Seriously, buy/do anything that will make your regimen easier/more pleasant. You will stave off derailment.
4) Eating disorders are unique.
Your eating disorder and all its attendant stuff is not going to be like anybody else's exactly. No one professional, no one book, no one website, no one diagnosis, no one diet is going to be the key. But, all of these things can help. Consult everything, and try everything. It will be a long, long process to find exactly what combination of things helps you. Good luck.
5) The public is deeply stupid.
Most people with severe weight issues have a very serious underlying problem, be it depression, compulsion, medical, or situational. THEY DID NOT SUDDENLY CHOOSE TO BE ANOREXIC OR OBESE OR CONSTANTLY FIGHTING 20 POUNDS OR WHATEVER.
You tell anyone doesn't understand how you "let" yourself get that way (as if you don't hate it, as if he/she actually put effort into his/her naturally good eating habits, as if he/she isn't a complete moron) to stuff it.
If you want to check my references before you follow my advice (or if you seriously love dense reading), here are my experiences with my stuff in full:
Exercise: Before college, I played team sports my whole life, but I never exercised during the off-season or anytime outside of practice. No one in my family exercised regularly (except for my sister, who was an accomplished college athlete), so I genuinely thought that people who went to the gym were complete health nuts who also chugged raw eggs and ate wheat germ while running marathons.
In college, intramural sports conflicted with my Italian classes, so I was almost totally inactive for the first three years. However, in that time, I observed tons and tons and tons of totally normal people going to the gym all the time and realized that the average healthy person works out several times a week.
The summer after my junior year, I started working out. I had a really unusual internship in the Florida Keys where the people I met went nowhere, got bitter, and died. There was NOTHING to do outside of my job. NO ONE who was at all interested in doing anything ever. NO PLACE to spend time that was affordable and interesting. Except this one beautiful gym. There, people cared about health, happiness, and the future. The gym was clean and new. It was a lovely, lovely atmosphere. I went every day at lunch time.
Senior year, I went to the gym sporadically, usually being very responsible and then very bad in cycles. After college, I did some intramural sports at my job and went to the gym and got some personal training sessions with A, but all of that did not amount to regular, frequent exercise.
This past summer/fall in China, I ran on the dirt road behind the school for several weeks until the administrators told me they were very, very concerned that I'd get bitten by one of the stray (and, admittedly, very aggressive) dogs that belonged the local farmers who worked back there. So I started doing the occasional workout video in my apartment, but nothing significant.
Five weeks ago, I began a half-marathon training program, currently running about 4 days a week.
Eating: Until college, I ate the healthy food my parents provided when I liked it (I am a very picky eater), threw away anything I didn't like (in elementary school, this was usually my entire lunch), and scavenged junk food from any available source. My success with the latter was moderated by my lack of funds and the limited generosity of my schoolmates, so I generally ate a mostly healthy diet with some junk food in moderation.
I had/have a massive sweet tooth, which my father was particularly worried about. His excessive restrictions turned sugar into an absolute obsession for me--I ate any available sweets, whether I was hungry or not, whether it was good or not, because I never knew when I was going to get another opportunity.
The summer before my junior year of high school, I slimmed down due an active, healthy lifestyle at summer camp and loved the results. I decided to continue avoiding junk food (which was not available at camp) and to eat well. That was a really busy school year for me (two AP's, soccer, and waterpolo), so I fell into the habit of eating the same thing every day. It was very healthful food, but not enough calories or protein to fuel what I was burning in waterpolo. Unfortunately, I had neither the time, nor the energy, nor the awareness to pay more attention to my hunger pains.
After my weight plummeted (and my period stopped), my worried mother took me to a nutritionist who put me on a weight-gaining diet. After ignoring hunger for so long, I was directed by a professional to ignore satiation, to eat no matter what my body said. To this day, seven years later, I still can't read my body's signals. To this day, I have a problem with overeating.
Freshman year of college, I developed a very serious problem with bingeing. I lived right next to the dining hall, all freshmen had the unlimited meal plan, and, for the first time, I had no parents restricting my junk food.
After the initial horror and a flurry of failed ambitious diets, I tried to focus more on learning how to maintain my weight and to understand my compulsion. This took the edge off the crazy. I began weathering the binges way better by making a point of giving in as soon as the cravings hit and reminding myself that it was temporary, that I would eat well afterwards (I tend to eat light, fresh fare when I'm not bingeing), that my simple goal of maintaining allowed for some binges. As soon as I stopped resisting/stressing about the binges, they became less frequent and shorter.
During the rest of college, by paying careful attention and trying a thousand different ways of eating, I figured out my own disorder. As my understanding of my triggers/neuroses/habits/cravings grew, my bingeing got less and less.
After college, I started eating a bowl of Grape-Nuts (what? they're good!) every morning. I had large meals once or twice a day (classic for those with hunger/satiation problems) at constantly varying times of the day (I'm disorganized), eating mostly healthful foods except during binges. Binges happened once/twice a week on average and usually took the form of a pint of ice cream, or half a cake.
This December, I finally succeeded (after many, many attempts since college) in giving up sugar, which is what I always binge on. This was largely assisted by the fact that I was in China, where there was only one tempting sugary item (Oreos), but I'm in the habit of no sugar now, so I can resist the temptations at home.
This week, I have just started eating small amounts frequently and at regular times. The food is almost the same every day. Sometimes (often) I eat until I'm good and full, which I know is past satiation, but I am not really bingeing anymore.
Weight: My weight was very normal most of my life. No problems before puberty. After puberty, I wasn't perfect with a flat stomach, but normal and stable enough that I really never thought about it much.
Junior year of high school, I slimmed down and had that perfect flat stomach, which made me very happy (even when I got too thin). Unfortunately, I think this is when I started to think about my weight all the time, even if it was all good thoughts at that time.
Later that year, I briefly followed the nutritionist's diet and started a steady, unstoppable weight gain that continued through the end of high school. I began college having just gained another 10 lbs. during a totally inactive the summer on the couch.
During my first year of college, I gained 40 pounds--30 during the first semester alone.
The following summer, I managed to stop gaining (I tapped out around 195) and maintained in the 180's, which gave me the chance to finally get used to my new, larger body. I faced buying new clothes (I had been living in pajama pants) and generally began feeling more attractive.
In the next 2 1/2 years of college, as I learned more about my eating disorder and my bingeing improved, I slowly lost 30ish pounds and then plateaued, hovering in the 160's for all of last semester senior year and for many months after graduation (about a year total).
In the last 1 1/2 years, with slight increases in exercise, I've been hovering in the 150's. I'm fairly happy with my body at this weight, and I'm not that worried about my eating, so my motivation to make anymore lifestyle changes is pretty weak. (I'm not sure what finally made me stick with giving up sugar -- low resolve derailed me half a dozen times before I really did it.)
Future: These days I have become more proactive about my health, which is causing some weight loss again. I began exercising because I am totally sick of being weak, and because I am going to hike across England with my mother in September, for which I need to build up some endurance. Plus, for my lifelong health (I've been thinking a lot about my future since A and I made a lot of grown-up future decisions), I should really be exercising regularly and getting enough Calcium starting now.
The truly shocking thing is that I just realized that my priorities have changed so much. No, I'm still not the vision of skinny perfection I've been dreaming about for seven years, but, honest-to-goodness (and contrary to an earlier post), I don't really care that much anymore. My weight's been stable for a long time, which is key -- I don't feel different in my own skin on a daily basis, and my wardrobe fits me all the time, so I'm not constantly triggered to think about my weight. And I'm lean enough that it is possible for me to look/feel hot when I want to.
What I do care about is that I ran to class the other day (I was late) and didn't get winded at all. And, two days ago I was most of the way around my first lap on the track when I realized that I was still breathing normally through my nose! I used to think about all the jaws I could drop and the insane first impressions I could make with my hot, hard-bodied self, but these days I am fantasizing about the day I can write an email home that says,
Dear Family,
Today I ran 10 miles.
Love, Molly
I mean, me. Ten miles. That's a lot of miles.
.....
That's the story for now.
1) If someone you love is having these problems, shut up.
No, really. You're just trying to be supportive? That's a very nice sentiment. DON'T ACT ON IT. No, seriously. No comments, no encouragement, no questions, NOTHING. Despite many, many discussions about this, A just told me he's proud of me and that he can see more muscle, and now I have spent my day obsessing. THAT'S NOT HELPFUL. If that doesn't help, neither will your extremely misguided "hard love" or "telling it like it is" or "honesty". Your loved one is in serious trouble? Send them to a professional. YOU, YOURSELF, CANNOT DO ANYTHING, EXCEPT SOMETHING BAD.
2) Baby steps.
It is very tempting to go on an extreme diet/exercise kick because you see huge results in a very short amount of time. But, aside from being unhealthy, that is just really hard to do. Lots of discipline, lots of misery, lots of pain all of a sudden. Make changes really, really, really easy on yourself. If you keep derailing, keep reducing the change until you don't. I'm serious. Five minutes of exercising a day can grow. Forty-five minutes a day won't if you give up after two days.
3) Invest/Plan.
Be very, very realistic (this is key), and set yourself up from the beginning with anything you could possibly want/need. Change the plan if it's unrealistic (and be extremely honest with yourself about what you will and won't do). Anything you can get to make the experience more pleasant is WORTH THE MONEY.
Initially, I never wanted to invest in any equipment until I could prove to myself that I would stick with it. I never bought myself an mp3 player for running, because I felt I had never run long enough to warrant the expense. A bought me one for my birthday, and it is so, so, so much more pleasant to run now. And I run longer, faster, better.
Seriously, buy/do anything that will make your regimen easier/more pleasant. You will stave off derailment.
4) Eating disorders are unique.
Your eating disorder and all its attendant stuff is not going to be like anybody else's exactly. No one professional, no one book, no one website, no one diagnosis, no one diet is going to be the key. But, all of these things can help. Consult everything, and try everything. It will be a long, long process to find exactly what combination of things helps you. Good luck.
5) The public is deeply stupid.
Most people with severe weight issues have a very serious underlying problem, be it depression, compulsion, medical, or situational. THEY DID NOT SUDDENLY CHOOSE TO BE ANOREXIC OR OBESE OR CONSTANTLY FIGHTING 20 POUNDS OR WHATEVER.
You tell anyone doesn't understand how you "let" yourself get that way (as if you don't hate it, as if he/she actually put effort into his/her naturally good eating habits, as if he/she isn't a complete moron) to stuff it.
If you want to check my references before you follow my advice (or if you seriously love dense reading), here are my experiences with my stuff in full:
Exercise: Before college, I played team sports my whole life, but I never exercised during the off-season or anytime outside of practice. No one in my family exercised regularly (except for my sister, who was an accomplished college athlete), so I genuinely thought that people who went to the gym were complete health nuts who also chugged raw eggs and ate wheat germ while running marathons.
In college, intramural sports conflicted with my Italian classes, so I was almost totally inactive for the first three years. However, in that time, I observed tons and tons and tons of totally normal people going to the gym all the time and realized that the average healthy person works out several times a week.
The summer after my junior year, I started working out. I had a really unusual internship in the Florida Keys where the people I met went nowhere, got bitter, and died. There was NOTHING to do outside of my job. NO ONE who was at all interested in doing anything ever. NO PLACE to spend time that was affordable and interesting. Except this one beautiful gym. There, people cared about health, happiness, and the future. The gym was clean and new. It was a lovely, lovely atmosphere. I went every day at lunch time.
Senior year, I went to the gym sporadically, usually being very responsible and then very bad in cycles. After college, I did some intramural sports at my job and went to the gym and got some personal training sessions with A, but all of that did not amount to regular, frequent exercise.
This past summer/fall in China, I ran on the dirt road behind the school for several weeks until the administrators told me they were very, very concerned that I'd get bitten by one of the stray (and, admittedly, very aggressive) dogs that belonged the local farmers who worked back there. So I started doing the occasional workout video in my apartment, but nothing significant.
Five weeks ago, I began a half-marathon training program, currently running about 4 days a week.
Eating: Until college, I ate the healthy food my parents provided when I liked it (I am a very picky eater), threw away anything I didn't like (in elementary school, this was usually my entire lunch), and scavenged junk food from any available source. My success with the latter was moderated by my lack of funds and the limited generosity of my schoolmates, so I generally ate a mostly healthy diet with some junk food in moderation.
I had/have a massive sweet tooth, which my father was particularly worried about. His excessive restrictions turned sugar into an absolute obsession for me--I ate any available sweets, whether I was hungry or not, whether it was good or not, because I never knew when I was going to get another opportunity.
The summer before my junior year of high school, I slimmed down due an active, healthy lifestyle at summer camp and loved the results. I decided to continue avoiding junk food (which was not available at camp) and to eat well. That was a really busy school year for me (two AP's, soccer, and waterpolo), so I fell into the habit of eating the same thing every day. It was very healthful food, but not enough calories or protein to fuel what I was burning in waterpolo. Unfortunately, I had neither the time, nor the energy, nor the awareness to pay more attention to my hunger pains.
After my weight plummeted (and my period stopped), my worried mother took me to a nutritionist who put me on a weight-gaining diet. After ignoring hunger for so long, I was directed by a professional to ignore satiation, to eat no matter what my body said. To this day, seven years later, I still can't read my body's signals. To this day, I have a problem with overeating.
Freshman year of college, I developed a very serious problem with bingeing. I lived right next to the dining hall, all freshmen had the unlimited meal plan, and, for the first time, I had no parents restricting my junk food.
After the initial horror and a flurry of failed ambitious diets, I tried to focus more on learning how to maintain my weight and to understand my compulsion. This took the edge off the crazy. I began weathering the binges way better by making a point of giving in as soon as the cravings hit and reminding myself that it was temporary, that I would eat well afterwards (I tend to eat light, fresh fare when I'm not bingeing), that my simple goal of maintaining allowed for some binges. As soon as I stopped resisting/stressing about the binges, they became less frequent and shorter.
During the rest of college, by paying careful attention and trying a thousand different ways of eating, I figured out my own disorder. As my understanding of my triggers/neuroses/habits/cravings grew, my bingeing got less and less.
After college, I started eating a bowl of Grape-Nuts (what? they're good!) every morning. I had large meals once or twice a day (classic for those with hunger/satiation problems) at constantly varying times of the day (I'm disorganized), eating mostly healthful foods except during binges. Binges happened once/twice a week on average and usually took the form of a pint of ice cream, or half a cake.
This December, I finally succeeded (after many, many attempts since college) in giving up sugar, which is what I always binge on. This was largely assisted by the fact that I was in China, where there was only one tempting sugary item (Oreos), but I'm in the habit of no sugar now, so I can resist the temptations at home.
This week, I have just started eating small amounts frequently and at regular times. The food is almost the same every day. Sometimes (often) I eat until I'm good and full, which I know is past satiation, but I am not really bingeing anymore.
Weight: My weight was very normal most of my life. No problems before puberty. After puberty, I wasn't perfect with a flat stomach, but normal and stable enough that I really never thought about it much.
Junior year of high school, I slimmed down and had that perfect flat stomach, which made me very happy (even when I got too thin). Unfortunately, I think this is when I started to think about my weight all the time, even if it was all good thoughts at that time.
Later that year, I briefly followed the nutritionist's diet and started a steady, unstoppable weight gain that continued through the end of high school. I began college having just gained another 10 lbs. during a totally inactive the summer on the couch.
During my first year of college, I gained 40 pounds--30 during the first semester alone.
The following summer, I managed to stop gaining (I tapped out around 195) and maintained in the 180's, which gave me the chance to finally get used to my new, larger body. I faced buying new clothes (I had been living in pajama pants) and generally began feeling more attractive.
In the next 2 1/2 years of college, as I learned more about my eating disorder and my bingeing improved, I slowly lost 30ish pounds and then plateaued, hovering in the 160's for all of last semester senior year and for many months after graduation (about a year total).
In the last 1 1/2 years, with slight increases in exercise, I've been hovering in the 150's. I'm fairly happy with my body at this weight, and I'm not that worried about my eating, so my motivation to make anymore lifestyle changes is pretty weak. (I'm not sure what finally made me stick with giving up sugar -- low resolve derailed me half a dozen times before I really did it.)
Future: These days I have become more proactive about my health, which is causing some weight loss again. I began exercising because I am totally sick of being weak, and because I am going to hike across England with my mother in September, for which I need to build up some endurance. Plus, for my lifelong health (I've been thinking a lot about my future since A and I made a lot of grown-up future decisions), I should really be exercising regularly and getting enough Calcium starting now.
The truly shocking thing is that I just realized that my priorities have changed so much. No, I'm still not the vision of skinny perfection I've been dreaming about for seven years, but, honest-to-goodness (and contrary to an earlier post), I don't really care that much anymore. My weight's been stable for a long time, which is key -- I don't feel different in my own skin on a daily basis, and my wardrobe fits me all the time, so I'm not constantly triggered to think about my weight. And I'm lean enough that it is possible for me to look/feel hot when I want to.
What I do care about is that I ran to class the other day (I was late) and didn't get winded at all. And, two days ago I was most of the way around my first lap on the track when I realized that I was still breathing normally through my nose! I used to think about all the jaws I could drop and the insane first impressions I could make with my hot, hard-bodied self, but these days I am fantasizing about the day I can write an email home that says,
Dear Family,
Today I ran 10 miles.
Love, Molly
I mean, me. Ten miles. That's a lot of miles.
.....
That's the story for now.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Eleventh
One of the teachers in my office talks loudly to herself all the time. When I mentioned this to a few friends, ALL of them told me that they also talked to themselves and didn't see that what she was doing was at all notable.
A few of the other teachers in my office talk to themselves occasionally too. The language barrier does prevent me from knowing the content of these little chats, but they seem to usually be one of those quick mumbles all, "okaaaay, so I need this one, and that--and where is...okay, here, good". By tone, demeanor, and rhythm, I can tell when the other teachers are doing that.
But this one teacher. She is delivering full-blown emotional and LOUD monologues about goodness knows what. Words are absolutely pouring forth from her with no reservation whatsoever. Even if I were inclined to do that, I don't think I even have enough thoughts in my head to produce such a steady stream of dialogue.
And she does this almost every single time I'm in the office with no mention or indication or apologetic eye roll or sheepish grin or ANY expression at all that she's aware of what she's doing or that perhaps it's unusual.
But it is pretty weird...right?
A few of the other teachers in my office talk to themselves occasionally too. The language barrier does prevent me from knowing the content of these little chats, but they seem to usually be one of those quick mumbles all, "okaaaay, so I need this one, and that--and where is...okay, here, good". By tone, demeanor, and rhythm, I can tell when the other teachers are doing that.
But this one teacher. She is delivering full-blown emotional and LOUD monologues about goodness knows what. Words are absolutely pouring forth from her with no reservation whatsoever. Even if I were inclined to do that, I don't think I even have enough thoughts in my head to produce such a steady stream of dialogue.
And she does this almost every single time I'm in the office with no mention or indication or apologetic eye roll or sheepish grin or ANY expression at all that she's aware of what she's doing or that perhaps it's unusual.
But it is pretty weird...right?
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Ninth: "Now where did they run off to...?"
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I teach sixteen-year-olds. Today one (or maybe two?) of my students was throwing diapers in class.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Eighth
Poor A. I totally would muzzle all over him while he was feeling gross and sick and suffering the indignity of The Cone.
The Seventh
Dear Richmoor,I love your granola with raspberries and milk. After reading such marvelous reviews of it online, I took a chance and allotted it some of the limited space in my boyfriend's luggage when he came to visit me in China. And I was not at all disappointed. Your granola has so many of the flavors China lacks (whole grains, berries, and American-style milk), along with being lovely and easy and light and fresh and very portable. The first bite was so perfect and in one little spoonful so encompassed everything I'd been missing that I confess it was the only thing that made me feel better after my boyfriend left.
So when I returned to China at the beginning of February, I made sure to stop off at REI and get several (seven) bags of your marvelous granola before I left. My suitcases were massively overweight because of all the food I was carrying (in addition to the granola), and it was a humongous hassle to convince the airlines to check it all without charging me, and then it was a hugely difficult trek across town dragging those heavy suitcases over uneven walkways all the way home to my Chinese apartment.
But, obviously, all that effort was totally worth it to have food that makes SUCH a difference on dark days in China.
So imagine my great sadness after all that to discover at various points in the last 6 weeks that not one but TWO of my few precious bags of life-saving granola contained granola and milk powder, but NO RASPBERRIES.
Sure, maybe two out of three isn't bad, I still got my grains and milk, but it just isn't the same without the raspberries. Because they're freeze-dried and not normal-dried (or whatever), the texture, shape, appearance are almost exactly like a fresh raspberry, and the beautifully preserved flavor brings that tartness to balance the sweetness in the granola. Without the magic of the raspberries, it's just beige sugar sludge! They have that here!
I can only assume that other customers of yours have made similar discoveries in similarly inconvenient locations (on top of mountains, in the middle of the woods) and have also been deeply, deeply saddened.
Richmoor, the raspberries are so key. Please do better.
Thank you,
Molly
P.S. The ziploc seal inside the granola bag doesn't stay closed. While it is not a problem for me, because I'm incapable of not eating the whole bag at once, I'm sure it matters to somebody.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Third
I woke up today at 11:52am, after PASSING out at 11something pm last night. Just before I woke up, I had a dream that my mind was somehow transplanted into a gorgeous, lanky (emphasis on lanky) blonde woman in the 1970's. When in that body I went to my apartment (in the 1970's, of course), my neighbor, whose body I'd previously envied, gaped at me and even walked out the front door of her apartment to stare at my golden glory further.Now, I have never been to the 1970's, nor do I have a hard-bodied female neighbor, but I am a tall blonde who used to be lanky. At the end of that dream, I was conspiring to how I might keep that beautiful girl's body (my brilliant plots included some key spells from Charmed and the Polyjuice Potion) , and now that I am awake and unable to do magic (boo), I'm inspired to finally figure out and start that diet I've been avoiding.
So after my daily call to A (for which I'm already 20 minutes late), I'm going to figure out what/how I can eat and begin. But...but...finding decent/healthy/filling/varied food in China is SUCH a hassle, and now I'm going to restrict it!
Bleah!
Amazing how being skinny is worth it.
...
P.S. To all the villagers with pitchforks, let me clarify: Worth it to me. If you are not skinny and don't want to be, by all means, that is totally wonderful. Having a body that makes you happy (provided that you are still healthy) is what's worth it.
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