Pregnancy and Vegetarianism

So….guess who’s pregnant???

Not me.

My seester in love!!! I’m gonna be an aunt again.

We’re still a few weeks out from being able to determine the gender of Dillweed–yes, that is what we are all calling Baby Dos.

Also, you’d be amazed to learn what you can find on the interwebs these days. Everything from a honey badger and python in a death match to a onesie that SAYS Dillweed.

See:

I know some of you were pulling for a little Whitehouse to show up some time in the upcoming year. At this point, the only thing I’m gestating is a dissertation.However, I was starting to LOOK like I was pregnant. Apparently, I wasn’t getting enough protein in my body and so I was hungry all. the. time. And ate. all. the. time. So I’m back on the meat wagon….mostly because it takes too much extra time to think about and plan for plant based protein to make sure I get what I need not because I really wanted to eat meat again… (Helloooooo, steak.)Ironically enough, I’m still hungry. Because I’m eating less (even when you eat healthy stuff, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing) and my body is still adjusting. But it seems to be handling meat just fine. Most of the time.

So there you have it.

Dillweed’s ETA is April 9, 2012 (Seester is hatching a bunny).

I’m gestating a dissertation…and eating less…and running more…and getting ready for a 10-miler in VA Beach on my birthday.

Jobs for a Few Lifetimes

I have no idea what got me thinking about all the kinds of jobs I’d like to do or have. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been in the real working world (read: not a student) for much of my life. Maybe it’s because of that employee at Whole Foods who finished bagging my groceries and said to me, as he was putting everything in the cart, “Have fun today.”

I DO like the job that pays me. I like the people I work with. But we all know what we do is temporary and some other grad student will get that job some day. Assuming, as always, that the budget holds.

I AM tired of being a perpetual student. And so…thinking about my interests and how the work I do right now really doesn’t get me toward ANY of those ends…here’s the list of jobs I think I might like to choose from…were that calling, if you will, mine to choose (and in no particular order).

 Travel agent. Better still…that person that goes and vets  all those places for travel companies.

I’m the kind of person that wants exceedingly more stamps in my passport. Or at least start crossing off places on my travel list. Of course, I’d need some new luggage.

 

 

Writer of some sort. Screenwriter for Leverage or NCIS. Screenwriter who adapts books to film. Novelist. Nonfiction writer. Travel writer. Something. Other than a dissertation writer, which is what I should be right now.

And, truth be told, this just might still be in the cards for me. Maybe. If I can carve out the time. And if I can ever get out of school long enough to let the creativity and energy return to be able to write. Because I’ve always enjoyed doing it. Ever since I was a child. I applied to one college in particular because of the ad for their creative writing program in a writer’s magazine I would pick up from time to time.

And if I can’t make it as a writer, perhaps an editor for a major publishing company. Get paid to read and live in a big city? Sign me up. What’s more likely is to be a book reviewer. Who will likely not get paid for the privilege.

 

A crew member for REI. Or a guide for some of the REI Adventures.

I blame my husband for this one. He got me sucked into the world of REI and hiking. And encouraged my interest in paddling. And generally playing outdoors.

And the Adventures go back to my love of travel. But to see some incredibly cool places AND get paid? Sign me up.

 

 

 

Nutritionist. Or personal trainer. Or really really get it together to be a Beach Body Coach (because I already am one).

Another one of those can’t I somehow get paid for something I already love and do? And if not one of those things, how ’bout teaching Anusara Yoga? (You can thank my seester-in-love for that last one. She got me hooked.) Of course, the yoga teaching could happen. Some day. After I’ve gone through the crazy long certification process. {must. finish. school. first.]

 Believe it or not…costume designer. But not for plays or period pieces. For fun shows like Leverage or Burn Notice or Covert Affairs or…

I really started thinking about that this week after a mini-lecture on the subject at a teaching instituted I attended.

And my mom was a seamstress. And seriously could have done that job were she not such an incredibly gifted reading teacher.

 

You knew it had to come up sooner or later. Own and/or work at a bookstore. It’s kinda my idea of retirement. And there’d be a cafe area and I’d do the baking. Coffee would be local and fair trade. And there would constantly be social book gatherings.

If not that, then librarian.

Perhaps this can be my retirement plan?

 

 

Interior designer. I think know this one comes from watching too much HGTV. Which my gym is all too happy to air during the day. And which I am all too happy to pay attention to one those rare occasions when I get to sleep in or have to postpone the workout for later in the day. I’ll say this, it keeps me on the cardio machines for a lot longer than anything else.

I look around–especially my house–and see a canvas. I just have no idea what to do with it.

 

And last, but certainly not least, a buyer or some sort of employee for Title 9  or Athleta. Because every time their catalog comes out, I want one of each.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess the good news is that I have some marketable hobbies. Or careers I can give characters in books.

And I like the path I’m on as far as a job is concerned. It’s a vocation that is meaningful, stimulating and makes a difference. It’s the way I can offer healing to a bent and broken world.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I’d had more of an opportunity to pursue one (or some) of the above.

Phase Two is Done

You probably aren’t keeping up with this as much as I am, but it’s been another month of P90X…and there are still some good results going on.

In some ways I feel like I need to make some decisions about the food plan going into Phase 3…to follow the Phase 3 plan or to head back to Phase 1. They say people in the test group got frustrated with the lack of progress in Phase 2…but really saw results in Phase 3.  We’ll see what I decide between now and in the morning…and how it goes over the next four weeks.

Rewriting history

Last summer I borrowed P90X from my brother-in-law. You know, the one that keeps you up late at night during the infomercial window…riveted to the screen as this crazy man named Tony takes you from Doughman to Ripped Man…or woman. You think it can’t possibly be that easy…or it can’t possibly work that well. I know…I was right there with you, saying the same thing.

But I got to thinking…

Having been overweight since about age 4, and having done a lot to overhaul my body since adolescence, there’s still some of me that needs to go. And nothing seemed to work. Not having a trainer, not keeping a food journal–however short lived it may have been (and that’s because I was gaining weight in spite of cutting back)…nothing. So I thought, why not? I knew I could do the workouts…well…could at least attempt them and live to tell about it.

And I did. I lost inches and got results by cycling through these 90 days of working out several times since then–all without changing what I was eating…because I tend to eat a pretty healthy diet anyway.

After this last round, though, I did some measuring and saw that things had stalled.

Al and I talked about actually doing the food plan once this semester ended, just to see what would happen. I told him I’d like to start even earlier, because I didn’t want to stop the progress.

So tomorrow, we start Phase 1 all over again…and incorporate the food plan.

Holy hell.

I’m not sure I can eat that much protein (7 servings, people) in one day. I don’t like meat that much. Granted, there are work arounds in the protein department so that I can have meat but not go all Atkins. And you do get fruit and one serving of carbs…and veggies, which I needed more of anyway. It’s really not a crazy food plan like Atkins was. (And can I just say I’m glad the low carb thing is OVER?)

But the other thing, too, is the fact that I don’t eat that much food…not what Tony suggest I should in terms of caloric intake. At least I don’t feel like I do…

Plus, I suck at a food journal. It lasts for a week and then it’s done. So this time, I’m keeping a food/exercise journal and writing something everyday…including my mood or insecurities or fears about not being able to do this…or doing it and not seeing the pay-off.

I guess the latter is my biggest fear.

Of course, they say that once you make a commitment, it’s best to go public…or at least tell a few people so you are more likely to remain accountable. So I’m going public to all 8 of you who read this thing 😉

We’ll see how it goes. And I’ll keep you posted.

Also, did I mention I have a heel spur that limits physical activity? Great timing.

It starts tomorrow…or continues I guess…this rewriting of my body’s health history. But before then, one last spot of ice cream. For it is my eternal weakness.