i’ve now lived alone for over nine months. still married to the same man after 28 years, still very happily in love with him (more so, actually), and missing him every day. i moved east to care for my aging mother and just in the nick of time, as i was able to advocate for her when it was most critical that someone carry out her wishes. she’s moved on now and i have a contract to fulfill (and for some bizarre reason, i’ve recently agreed to an extension of said contract for another semester, meaning my exile will last well in 2014 as well as forcing me to make the decision to resign from my work back ‘home’) so i eat, sleep, work, and write in a little, two-bedroom apartment outside of a capital city on the east coast (not that capital city, thank the goddess!). as this was originally intended as my journey through the canyons and valleys of struggling with food issues, it seems only fitting that i take a moment to reflect on where the past nine months have taken me.
okay, the easy thing would be to say nowhere. and in the sense that i’ve neither gained nor lost weight, at least not from point a to point b, though lots of fluctuations in between, this would be true. after my mother passed, i indulged in a brief, but detrimental, infatuation with those boys who really know their way around an ice cream maker, Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield (yeah, yeah, i know, the place is owned by unilever now, but still, from one old vermont hippie to another…it’s still b&j’s to me).
i thought i could make a stab at vegetarianism and while i do avoid meat for somewhat large blocks of time, i’m not insistent about it. oh, wait, that reminds me, i need to get some beans soaking…be right back.
mission accomplished. so where was i? oh, yes, vegetarianism. well, somedays, i just don’t feel like making the effort. all that washing and chopping, that prepping and pre-cooking, and making of broths and such. yes, i admit, i am lazy. i’ve avoided convenience foods, though, and i’ve eliminated wheat (for the most part, sometimes it is pretty hard to avoid, my sympathies to those with celiac’s), so it’s not like i’m eating junk food. mostly, at least. (shut up about the reese’s already…no one needs to know about that.) mostly i eat a lot of fruit, a moderate amount of veggies, and peanuts. i know, peanuts, weird, right? easy snacking food, good source of protein, and no, i repeat, no prep. so there we have it. my disturbing, single-life, solo-living eating habits.
did i mention the coffee? lots of that, unhealthy, i’m sure, and i’m working on converting some of that to tea now that i’ve discovered the pleasures of a properly brewed cup. and jack, who has mysteriously taken up residency in my kitchen closet. say hello to the nice people, jack, don’t be shy. sod knows, when you are around, no one is shy.
for the real meat of my blogosphere existence, though, i would direct you to a reluctant academic. yeah, i’m sorry, but that pun was totally intended. jog on.