The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, by Stuart Turton

Posted on February 18, 2019 by Thistle

From the book flap: Evelyn Hardcastle will die. Every day until Aiden Bishop can identify her killer and break the cycle. But every time the day begins again, Aiden wakes up in the body of a different guest. And some of his hosts are more helpful than others…

Bryan from Still an Unfinished Person brought this book to my attention. It’s a sort of Groundhog Day meets Quantum Leap mashup, with a lot of philosophy about what it means to be yourself mixed in. Aiden Bishop has eight hosts to solve a murder, a race against time in a day repeated eight times, starting with no memory at all at the beginning of the first host’s day, but carrying over into the next, then the next, then the next. Some of the days weave in and out of the book, making a lot of the story a bit of a loop with clues scattered throughout previous days. That made the mystery just about impossible to unravel ahead of time (nice!) and made me want to go back and reread to spot all the different things I’d missed. I have yet to do so, because it’s also a ponderous kind of book, a bit slow (in a good way), which means I want to give it some time to really percolate before revisiting.

Irony: In most thriller/mysteries, I lament the current trend toward extra unnecessary twists. In this book, I was expecting more twists at the end, and felt that the ending/solution/explanations were a bit too simple for me. Heh. However, I’m pretty sure I won’t feel the same about the ending on second read. This is the sort of book that gets more satisfying with a deeper reading, and the ending – while too simple on first read for me – will be thicker and more meaningful once I’ve read past all the actual plot sections to the more philosophical sections. I look forward to that.

I don’t want to say more because there would be way too many ways to accidentally say too much and take some of the magic of discovery out of the novel’s unfolding. Even the book flap and GoodReads descriptions really say too much. I don’t usually care too much myself about spoilers, but this is a fun one to unravel, so I recommend going into it as blind as possible.

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11 Facts for 11 Years

Posted on February 15, 2019 by Thistle

Eleven years ago today, I wrote my first book review. My first blog was born. I’ve changed blogs several times since then, but have carried those reviews along with me ever since, and I still celebrate Feb 15th as my blogoversary. I thought I’d so something a little different to celebrate today, and offer 11 facts-about-the-blogger to celebrate 11 years of blogging.

1. I’m an extrovert reader with situational social anxiety. I love people. I love meeting new people and seeing old friends and just being out among people. However, I do not like new situations and new places. I don’t like noise chaos (especially created by children/babies) or changing-plans chaos. I like things organized, planned, and routine (I am obsessed with spreadsheets, y’all), and I definitely need time to decompress alone when I get knocked off center. So yes, I have social anxiety any time it comes to going to places I don’t know, or going into situations where I’m not sure of the dress or etiquette (or even the parking situation), but I absolutely love being around people and getting to know new people/places/things in the right (ie safe) setting.

2. I didn’t read much as a teenager. Unfortunately, my parents and librarians could only introduce me to formulaic genre fiction, often too young or too old for me, and at school I only got classics that were inappropriate for teenage audiences. (Inappropriate meaning they weren’t really relatable to teens, thus didn’t make for engaging reads.) For many years, I mourned the fact that there weren’t books out there that worked for me. It took until I was in my 20s to connect with books again, and until my 30s before I connected with modern fiction (instead of classics).

3. I never finished college, and frankly, I have no desire to go back to school. I was good at school, but it bored me to tears 90% of the time. This probably has a lot to do with where I went to school and the fact that I’ve never yet decided what I want to do in life beyond raising my family and writing. I know I need to go back to school and get a real career in a few years, but I dread this. Literally dread. I have recurring nightmares about going back to school. I love learning, but I really dislike the traditional school setting.

(2007)

4. Speaking of raising a family, I spent my entire childhood and adolescence dreaming about getting married and having children. But after I had kids, I discovered that I don’t actually like kids or being a parent. Go figure. Plus I have a very complicated relationship with being a stay-at-home-mom, which I never wanted to be. It’s important to me to have someone home with the kids, but I grew up taking care of my younger siblings while my parents worked to keep us fed, so I feel like I’ve been taking care of children since I was ten years old and have never done anything else with my life.

5. I cannot wait to be in my 40s. Probably this has a lot to do with the fact that my children will all be in college by the time I’m 44, but it’s also because I’ve never dreaded that magical number 40 like other people. I’ve felt 40 years old my entire life, and it’s going to be awesome to actually be 40 when I feel 40 for once. Just two weeks to go! And then, who knows? Maybe after I pass the 40-year mark, I’ll start feeling younger than my actual age rather than older. Maybe I’ll feel 40 when I’m 60! Might happen. I felt 40 when I was 20, after all.

6. Y’all already know I’m a crazy cat lady. However, I only became one very, very recently. I grew up with way too many pets. By “way too many,” I mean we once had thirteen pets in a 1000-square-foot house, in addition to five humans. (They weren’t all cats – we had cats, dogs, birds, fish, guinea pigs, a rabbit, and a hedgehog.) By the time I left home, I never wanted another pet in my life. When 2009 came along, we ended up getting two cats because Jason wanted a cat badly. (He won’t admit this now, but it’s true. It wasn’t something I would have done for myself.) For a few years, I didn’t even like having a cat (the second kitty passed away after six months from cancer). But then I came to love cats, and now five of them live with me…

7. I have what’s known as a super-taster gene, passed down from my dad’s side of the family. Taste is my best sense (or at least it was before the distorted sense issue of the last year, but I’m still hopeful that can be resolved!). I can taste how many days away milk will expire. If iceberg lettuce has ever touched my food, I can taste it. And if a taste is too strong, it’s like a sensory overload and I won’t be able to taste anything at all. Example: my grandmother once gave my cousins and me some dill pickles that she’d accidentally pickled for 15 years. While everyone else was doubled over with the sourness of them, I couldn’t taste them. It was like eating solid water. Coffee was the same. Until a few years ago, it just tasted like hot water.

8. I didn’t begin drinking alcohol or coffee until I was 34 years old. Up until that point, coffee didn’t taste like anything and alcohol tasted strongly of rot (not in a good way). I think all my work with food (expanding what I could eat through force) in 2011 and 2012 made a change in the way my super-taster tastebuds functioned, or perhaps they just dulled with age. Either way, I could suddenly taste coffee, and wine no longer tasted like death. Now whether or not taking up these two habits was a good thing is debatable…

9. I dislike nearly all fruits and vegetables, and what I do like, I only like under specific conditions. With fruits, it’s mostly a sensory thing (plus they’re often way too sweet). I have a hereditary neurological condition (sensory processing disorder) that could have been corrected with occupational therapy in toddlerhood if I’d been diagnosed, but doctors didn’t even know the disorder existed at the time. (My middle son has it, and he had the occupational therapy, whew!) The texture of fruits is unbearable. With vegetables, it’s the taste thing. Like I said above, everything tastes much stronger, and the bitter flavor of most vegetables is overwhelming. Iceberg lettuce is one of the strongest, nastiest flavors I’ve ever encountered, and many people say it has no taste! Because of these strong dislikes, I rarely ate any produce growing up, and even less in adulthood. I only started putting major effort into eating more in 2011, when I started small (one serving per day, six days a week) and worked forced my way up.

10. I enjoy doing laundry. I don’t know why. Most chores I don’t particularly like, and I downright loathe cooking (which is why Jason does it). Laundry doesn’t bother me, though. I do it twice a week no matter what and I don’t let anyone do it for me. Now, I don’t fold anyone’s clothes except my own (my teen boys are well old enough to do their own!) but even when I did, I didn’t mind. However, I only found this zen in laundry after I stopped sorting loads before washing. Growing up, I had to sort the entire family’s laundry into whites, darks, reds, jeans, purples, towels, delicates, etc. About a year after I began staying home with the boys, I said to hell with it and just started throwing everything in together. And you know what? It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to the clothes. Life just became a whole lot less complicated. Also, I love my dryer. We didn’t have one growing up, and line-dried clothes are the worst things ever. I don’t even like indoor-drying clothes that can’t go in the dryer. Dryers are the best.

11. I’ve had a “cow-pillow” since I was a senior in high school. I was never a fan of cows and I didn’t use any kind of chest/stomach/body pillow back then, but my boyfriend at the time liked both. I found this ridiculous cow-print handkerchief and made it into a pillow for him. The foam I stuffed it with smelled AWFUL though, so for a week before I gave it to him, I used it as a body pillow to try to negate the smell. (That didn’t really work, notably.) After using it for a week, I was hooked. I bought another cow-print handkerchief and made my own pillow. Only then, I left my pillow in a hotel in France while studying abroad when I was 20. Later that summer, I was in Ohio for my dad’s wedding and found the exact same cow-print handkerchief in a five-and-dime store. !!! I made myself a new one. A few years later, I bought a pack of 24 identical cow-print handkerchiefs off ebay. Now, I make myself a new cow-pillow every couple years as the previous ones get old and smelly and lumpy and flat. I even made one for Laurence once at his request. I shall never be without my cow-pillow!!

So there you go. Eleven facts about the blogger, some I’ve discussed here before and others that are new. Hope you are all enjoying your day. Thanks for reading all these years!!

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Wellness Wednesday – 100 Days

Posted on February 13, 2019 by Thistle

On my birthday last year, I made a list of 40 things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 40 (March 1st). I have a few weeks left and there are a few of those goals that I either failed or abandoned (impossible to complete before the deadline), but I’ve completed the majority of items on that list. Of the eight that are left, two of the really big ones will be complete today: go 100 days without a binge, and go 100 days without any alcohol.**

Binging
This is not the first time I’ve gotten close to that 100-day mark in the last year. During the summer, I’d gone 93 days without a binge before anxiety took over. It was only a small binge (half a bag of popcorn and two cookies), but the mentality of a binge was there nonetheless, and I started the clock over. I tend to binge when I’m having a lot of anxiety, particularly if I don’t know the root of that anxiety (which makes me even more anxious). I’ve worked really hard over the last year to try to get this habit in check. I wasn’t a binge-eater before life fell apart in 2014, and I’d like to minimize this destructive disorderly eating as much as possible. Since my last birthday, I’ve only binged on 11 days. Several of those were in-a-row days, and so if I combine those into one long uber-binge, that cuts down to only 8 binges. Today is Day 100 of my current streak, and I plan to continue that streak as long as possible. I’m trying to teach myself longterm habits to handle and deal with binge-inducing emotions without attacking my body with food.

Alcohol
My reasons for trying to go without alcohol for 100 days straight were twofold. First, I’d noticed that I tend to eat a lot more when I drink alcohol, especially wine. This is true even if I drink only a small amount. Looking at the situation from a bodily perspective, I’d guess this is my body’s way of protecting me from dehydration and all those hangover-like effects of alcohol. Notably, I’ve never had a hangover. Even when I’ve been smashing drunk, I’ve had no hangover, probably because I tend to eat a ton of food and drink lots of water at the same time that I drink. The only times I don’t overeat while drinking alcohol are when I haven’t had anything to drink in awhile and I’m in a social dinner situation (having a glass of wine at my dad’s house or out at a restaurant with family, for instance).

Second, I seem to hold onto weight for weeks after drinking, and I wanted to see if going for a long period of time without alcohol would help me lose weight. A couple times over the last year, I went 35-40 days without any alcohol and that did seem to help me with weight loss. However, the effectiveness seems to diminish after about a month, as far as I can tell with so little data. The effects of a glass of wine on rare occasions don’t seem to undo  or stop weight loss, either – only if I’m having alcohol regularly or in large quantities. This makes sense given the bodily self-protection mode I discussed above. So I’m going to continue to abstain from alcohol today, on my day 100, but tomorrow I’ll have a glass of wine when Jason and I go out for Valentine’s day. Afterwards, I’ll just keep that to the very occasional glass on special gatherings and cut completely again if my weight starts to suffer.

**Note: Despite these two goals beginning/ending on the same day, the two don’t always go hand-in-hand. Last summer, for instance, I went 93 days without binging despite alcohol being a regular part of my diet. I just happened to have my last binge on a day that also included alcohol.

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Top Ten Couples

Posted on February 12, 2019 by Thistle

Today’s Top Ten Tuesday topic asks about our favorite couples in books. I decided to go with traditional couples this time around and picked the first ten that popped into my head (that I loved, of course!). In order of which I thought first:

1. Randolph Henry Ash and Christabel LaMotte from Possession by AS Byatt
Their relationship grew through letters! We named our first two cats after these two. Christabel passed away of lymphoma after six months, but Ash is still with us.

(Hi, Christabel!)

2. Vin and Elend from the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson
There’s this one scene I love so much: Vin is joyous and hugging Elend, wearing nothing but underclothes despite being in public (long story), and he’s uncomfortable and telling her that this whole hugging-in-underclothes thing is making him feel very awkward. Ha!

3. Jane and Rochester from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Of course!!

4. Zuzana and Mik from the Daughter of Smoke and Bone series by Laini Taylor
Reading their first-date story in Night of Cake and Puppets was equally awesome.

5. Lazlo and Sarai from Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor
Oh to meet in dreams…

6. Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
Of course!!

7 & 8. Blue and Gansey // Adam and Ronan from the Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
I cannot wait to read more about these characters! Ronan-trilogy coming in November!!!!!

9. Nazira and Fatima from the Conqueror’s Saga by Kiersten White
They may not be main characters, but their relationship is so awesome. Love it.

10. Celia and Marco from The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
I love their story more each time I read this book.

Who are some of your favorite couples in literature?

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Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl.

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Sunday Coffee – Steroids

Posted on February 10, 2019 by Thistle

Back in late December, I was getting dressed for bed when I noticed a round, red patch on my thigh. It was so regular that I thought at first that it might be ringworm. I wasn’t sure how I’d come in contact with ringworm and suspected that I needed to check over the cats. I put some medicine on it and dismissed it from my mind.

The next day, the red patch was gone. That evening, multiple red patches appeared on my legs and abdomen. I realized this was not ringworm but hives.

That was late December. I thought I’d identified the culprit – the probiotic I was taking, because the hives always appeared within 15 minutes of taking it in the evening. I got off the probiotic (which caused problems since it was no longer countering my antibiotic), but the hives didn’t go away. They weren’t as bad as they were with the probiotic (I did multiple experiments over the last six weeks) but they kept coming back in varying degrees every night. Additionally, I had a regular facial rash under my skin, so that my face was itchy and raw and inflamed but only on the inside. I couldn’t scratch it. It was so difficult to get a good picture and the one I posted before didn’t really show the damage. I finally got one that showed the rash well. This photo is from Tuesday morning after a cool shower (because even a warm shower made all the hives and rash come out). Needless to say, this was awful.

In the past, whenever I’ve come in contact with something I’m allergic to and I get hives, they don’t go away until I’ve had a round of steroids. I avoided this as long as I could this time. I got off all medications and supplements. I looked for patterns. I took antihistamines, hoping to decrease the inflammation that way. Nope. Every night, the hives returned. Finally, I had my follow-up with my doctor on Thursday, he gave me a steroid six-day tapering pack. I took the first day that evening. (Also, if you’ve never taken these things, they are the worst-tasting medicine on the planet. I literally have to nestle them into a bite of food that I can swallow straight in order to keep the pill from touching any part of my mouth or throat. It’s TERRIBLE.)

That first night, I slept better than I have in months. I woke up full of energy. Not only did I feel like exercising, but even after I exercised, I was on the go all day. I remember what it felt like to not be crushed down with unspecific fatigue! And it wasn’t just the full night of sleep – every part of my body felt lighter and freer. My bones and joints didn’t ache. I went from feeling bodily-elderly to bodily-young. Better yet, I only had one (mild) hive that day and no facial rash! The second night, I slept horribly (this is more common with steroids). However, despite the lack of sleep, I did really well during the day. My yoga didn’t completely sap me the way it’s been doing for weeks now. I had energy all the way up until bedtime. Other things to note: Starting the second day, my facial skin looked healthy for the first time in months, if not years. (Seriously – rosy and glowing rather than either inflamed or sallow – I didn’t even know I could look like this anymore!) I got no hives at all after that first day. My non-exercise activity level doubled and I suddenly had no trouble hitting my daily step count goals. I also dropped several pounds. Woohoo!

I still don’t know what exactly caused all the inflammation in the first place, but I really hope that now that it’s under control, I can keep it that way without having to resort to medication. And I’m so thankful that medicine like this exists. I hate having to take steroids but I’m so grateful for the way they help.

ETA: Oh seriously…an hour after I posted this, I suddenly got full-body hives and rashes. &*!##%@$. I’m supposed to get allergy tests soon, but MAN this is frustrating!

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The Retreat, by Mark Edwards

Posted on February 8, 2019 by Thistle

Lucas is off to a writers’ retreat in Wales, very near where he spent the first few years of his life. He’s a horror writer hoping for inspiration, but doesn’t expect the house of his retreat to be embroiled in its own kind of horror. The proprietor, Julia, lost her husband and daughter in a tragic drowning accident two years previously, but Lily’s body never surfaced and Julia is convinced she’s still alive.

Sheila introduced me to this book and I’m glad she did. This was as fun psychological mystery/thriller with not-actually-supernatural undertones that totally hit the spot. I loved the idea that the scene was set at a writers’ retreat, and I laughed myself silly meeting some of the other writers. Especially the literary snob. I’ve met that guy at real life writers’ retreats, ha! The atmospheric tone of the book was perfect and I was quickly pulled into the story. I read the book quickly, but not so quickly that I felt sick afterwards. It was a good balance.

The story was also well-balanced. I had some suspicions about what was going on, many of which turned out to be wildly inaccurate, and one that came close to the truth. I never got even close to guessing the core of the mystery, though, which was nice. It was surprising, but not unrealistic.

The one thing I disliked was the epilogue, which is par for the course for me. There wasn’t an extra twist, thank goodness, or something that turned the entire book on its head. There was just an unnecessary element that closed out the book in a way I disliked. I can’t say more without giving away spoilers, but as per usual, I wish that the epilogue had been left off and the last chapter had resolved in a slightly different, more realistic (and compassionate) way.

Like I’ve said, that’s normal for me with these kinds of goods, and at least in this case the ending didn’t make me dislike the things that came before. I enjoyed the book and think I might go try out some of Edwards’ other novels.

PS – Isn’t that an amazing book cover??

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Wellness Wednesday – Overtraining

Posted on February 6, 2019 by Thistle

Overtraining is one of my biggest downfalls. At least once a year, I find myself working out too long, or too often, and/or too intensely. My weight loss stalls and sometimes starts to reverse, and I feel awful. Because I’m me, I tend to push and push, thinking that this is a wall that I’ll eventually get through. It takes me forever to realize that I need to rest.

I attribute this particular blindspot to my adolescent days as a competitive swimmer. For five years, I was exercising around 12 hours per week for ten months of the year. (Everyone got off for March and August, between long and short course seasons, for our bodies to completely REST.) For me, long intense exercise almost every day is what my brain associates with a good exercise habit. But here’s the thing: I’m not training to be a competitive athlete. Back then, I wasn’t eating at a calorie deficit (ha! I was eating like eight times a day trying to get in enough calories!) or trying to lose weight, and I still had 1-2 rest days per week. Our workouts were designed by experts to balance all the different things our bodies needed. That’s not the situation I’m in right now, and I’m not very good at remembering this.

(hello, swimmer-Manda!)

I’m not sure exactly why I decided to try to exercise every single day in December. I mostly succeeded, taking only three break days. That continued into January, and I went nine weeks of exercise with only seven total rest days. At one point, I went fifteen days in a row without a break. Not only is this particularly bad for me (I do well when I exercise on 65-75% of my days, not 90%), but I made it worse by continuing to ramp up how long I was exercising, too. In December, I was averaging four hours per week. In January, that upped to 5.5 hours weekly. (My body does best with 4 to 4.5 hours weekly.)

Now, I tend to do okay on a more intense schedule like this for a few weeks – I lost over 4 lbs in December, which was awesome! – but then I crash. Despite continuing my rigorous schedule and keeping up a constant calorie deficit, I didn’t lose an ounce for most of January because my body was holding on to every spare calorie. I forced myself to take walks and do yoga but hated both. I wasn’t enjoying the exercise I normally love! I was exhausted, with full-body muscle fatigue. I had to talk myself into showering and getting dressed, not because of any mental health reasons, but because the effort to do these things was more than I could contemplate. With a few days left of the month, I could feel myself moving toward binge territory and decided to take a few days off completely to reset. It didn’t take long to feel better. My sleep improved. I started to have energy again. My body didn’t feel like I’d been punched all over. I could shower without giving myself a pep talk first. Heh.

So. Lesson learned. Again. Giving it your all is great…but maybe let’s not give your all every day for weeks on end without ever letting yourself rest. Okay, Manda?

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Gut Reactions, by Simon Quellen Field (audio)

Posted on February 4, 2019 by Thistle

Subtitled: The Science of Weight Gain or Loss

Two notes before I begin. First, this is not a diet book or a self-help book. This is a book (primarily) about body science, dealing with the complexities and intricacies that make up the way your body reacts to food, stress, hormones, temperature, exercise, sleep, and about a thousand more things. In places, it reads more like a textbook than anything else. This is not a traditional food/health science book. Second, the book description is a bit misleading. It implies this is a book that teaches you how you can lose weight or gain muscle, neither of which it does. There is a short “recommendations” section at the end, but it doesn’t do any teaching. I’ll discuss that more below.

Okay. So I’ll start by saying that a good chunk of this book was AWESOME. I think body and nutritional science is fascinating. I learned a lot from Gut Reactions. It didn’t oversimplify the science. To give a good example of what I mean, the PDF that came with my audiobook included a handy chart that mapped out how many factors affect each other within your body. It looks like this:

Well, now that’s a good indicator of why it’s difficult to strike the right balance in terms of weight loss and maintenance! Tweak one thing, and a cascade occurs! This is why diet books generally simplify. This mass of information is overwhelming, and the author says it all up front: Every body is different. Every body will react in different ways to different foods, exercise levels, hormones, stimuli, etc. There is no one right way to exist, and each individual has to find what works for them in terms of weight loss. Overwhelming, but at least it’s honest, right? I picked out so many good bits of information. A small sampling:

  • Calories in vs calories out is nonsense – or at least, misleading. The actual amount of calories that your body takes in has more to do with your hormones, your body’s homeostasis mechanisms, how fast the food travels through your system, the food’s state (cold vs hot, etc), the kinds of gut bacteria you have and which kinds of food they feast on…etc. So sure, calorie balance is involved, but you can’t just look at the calories in the food prior to eating. So much more is going into play here.
  • It takes several months without any sugar before you can retrain your tastebuds to taste natural sweetness in food.
  • Fructose molecules (from any source) don’t activate homeostasis mechanisms in the body, and much of it gets processed into fat and stored in the liver.
  • There are a lot of vicious cycles in weight – for example, inflammation in the body sets off processes that have a side effect of weight gain, which increases inflammation, increasing weight gain…
  • High fat diets can cause insulin resistance even when weight gain and food intake drop. Personal note: This may explain why I became insulin resistant and started gaining weight after eating a higher fat paleo diet for a couple months, even though the fat I ate was the healthy kind and I was at a healthy weight at the time (see photo).
  • Wine diversifies gut bacteria, but only when drunk in moderation. In this sense, “moderation” is defined as no more than one drink per week.
  • Orexins are hormones associated with better energy balance, increased happiness, better sleep, more energy, and weight loss. So remember back in 2017 when I was searching for why weight loss and happiness always coincided directly for me, beginning and ending at exactly the same time? It’s possible this hormone (or several others similar to it) could be the answer.
  • Probiotics in food are mostly killed off before reaching the gut. Probiotics in pill form are designed to reach the gut, but have far fewer strains than you need. Diversity in gut bacteria is more important than the kinds of gut bacteria with regards to health and weight.

So much more than these in this book. There was so much here. Which is why it’s so incredibly frustrating to get to the last little bit of the book. Warning: major rant ahead.

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Sunday Coffee – Football

Posted on February 3, 2019 by Thistle

Though my dad’s side of the family were huge football people, I was never a fan of football growing up. Neither was Jason. When our kids were young, the only football they ever really saw was when we had an annual picnic for the Super Bowl. It was really more about the picnic than the football, heh, and the boys enjoyed this. Then we moved to Boston in 2014, and I was massively homesick. On an old blog post, I wrote:

Since moving up to Boston, I’ve been turning the TV on to football nearly every Sunday. I don’t actually sit there and watch. I’ll often read, or blog, or do something else I need to get done. But I listen, the volume turned down low, and the background of football brings out a certain nostalgia for home that makes me feel less homesick. It makes me feel closer to my family, with them being so far away.

Even though I was using football as a soothing technique, I knew my youngest son, Laurence, would love it. I encouraged him to watch, and sometimes he would. Mostly he didn’t bother, so I didn’t push him. After we moved back to Texas, football went back to being an occasional thing. I’m not sure exactly what flipped the switch, but suddenly Laurence became obsessed sometime in the fall of 2017. He didn’t just watch the games. He began learning about the players and coaches and team stats and all the rest. He bemoaned the lack of football between the last Super Bowl and the draft in April, then he obsessively watched the draft, then moaned about the lack of football until preseason started. This past fall, he began taking his (physical) football down to the park with one or both of his brothers in tow to play (mostly they did a lot of punting).

(Super Bowl picnic, 2010)

There has been a LOT of football in our house for the last year. And honestly, since football helped me so much in Boston, I look at it fondly now, It’s something I can share with the boys since I don’t do the whole D&D or Magic the Gathering or video game thing with them. I probably watched more hours of football in the last year than the rest of my life combined, haha. We all have our teams – Jason has been cheering for the Browns since 2010 (and hey, surprise, they actually won some games this year!), and Ambrose follows him in that. Morrigan votes for whoever is winning, with special emphasis to Texas teams. Laurence waffled from the Ravens to the Jaguars to eventually the Buccaneers. This last one came from a random Siri pick when he and Jason decided that he needed to finalize his team, haha. Siri also got to pick my team (though I made Jason narrow my list to the half-dozen teams I liked), and she chose the Seahawks for me. Which is kinda what I would have chosen anyway because their uniforms are so frickin’ awesome! My brother says he has to disown me for choosing “the highlighter team” though, ha!

(Technically these are their color rush uniforms. Normally the green is an accent color. But isn’t it amazing??)

None of our teams made it to the Super Bowl, but we’re all cheering for the Rams tonight. I even have a blue-and-gold outfit picked out, haha! We have a couple friends coming over, including a few diehard Patriots fans, so there’s going to be a rumble! And a great picnic, because that’s what the Super Bowl is really all about!!

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January 2019 in Review

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Thistle

All right. I said I was planning to change my monthly wrap-up to a quarterly format, but I’ve changed my mind. Over the last few weeks, I’ve found myself looking back at last year’s monthly posts multiple times when searching for specific information. Additionally, while some sections of these wrap-ups (like goals) would benefit from revisiting only on a quarterly basis, other sections (like health or highlights) do better on a monthly basis. So I’m sticking with the monthly wrap-ups, minus goals, which will be reviewed quarterly. Without further ado, here’s January!

Books
I read quite a few books this month! Eight total, most of which I really enjoyed. My favorite was The Vanishing Stair, with Song of Blood and Bone coming in quite close to top. I also abandoned one book (Aspergirls) and wish I’d abandoned Gut Reactions (review forthcoming). That latter book made me so angry that if I’d had a physical copy, I would have ripped it in half just for the pleasure of doing it. Which is too bad, because until the last fifth or so of it, it was a really great book. Major rant-post coming on Monday.

Movies
I watched quite a number of movies this month. Only one (Into the Spiderverse) was in theatre. At home, a bunch of movies I’d had on my hold list at the library started showing up. I watched both Jurassic World movies (the first was good, the second awful), The House With the Clock in its Walls (meh), and Colette (excellent!). I’m steadily working my way through a backlog of movies I’ve wanted to see for quite some time. Next up: Mary Shelley, which Jason and I hope to watch this weekend if we get time.

Health
January was a physically tough month for me, for two general reasons. The first was all the medicine issues. Antibiotics for weeks, hives and inflammation all month, having to get off all my normal meds (including sleep meds and anti-depressants) because of the hives, etc. The second has to do with overdoing it on the exercise. I’m actually going to talk about this more in a separate post, because it’s a lesson I keep having to learn over and over and over again and it helps me to write it through more extensively. In the meantime, though, I’ll just say that since late November, I’ve exercised almost every single day, sometimes without any rest days for longer than two weeks at a stretch. By early January, my body rebelled, and despite the exercise and daily calorie deficits, my weight wouldn’t budge until I took a few days off.  Total stats for the month: 25 days of exercise, for 23 total hours, including 25 yoga and 38 miles. Calorie deficit: Equal to 4 lbs. Actual weight loss: Half a pound. (Measurements: same as on Jan 1st) On the plus side, that half a pound of loss puts me at ten total since September 23rd, and some of the clothes in my closet now fit when they didn’t in the fall. Yay! –>

In non-weight-related health news, I discovered two things this month. First, I’m pretty sure that the rashes and hives were related to my sleeping pill (Lunesta). The first time I got the facial rash (December) was within a few days of taking it, but I thought my face was just raw because I had a cold and was using a lot of tissues. The rash went away in the ten days of Lunesta disuse (insurance requirement), then came back again in January – only this time I didn’t have a cold, and I also got hives. I don’t think Lunesta was the only reason for the hives, but I also haven’t refilled my prescription, and I’ll be back to the drawing board with my doctor next week. Second, in getting off my current mental health medication, I’ve discovered that it was doing me more harm than good. It was a mood stabilizer, given to me because I had some manic symptoms during the super-stressful summer. However, those “symptoms” were just coping mechanisms, and the meds were premature. Since I began taking them when I felt stressed and awful anyway, I didn’t notice that I stayed low-energy, exhausted, and stressed long after the stressors went away. But in getting off the mood stabilizer, I’m emotionally feeling so much better. And I’m processing negative emotions like anger in a healthier, non-internal way. So that’s good. At some point I may need to get back onto an anti-depressant, but honestly, I’d like a few months to try to balance myself naturally.

Highlights of January
Given that my health issues basically took over nearly every waking moment this month, few other moments really registered at the time. Looking back, I see a couple highlights of the month to give it a little bit of brightness:

  • putting up the artwork and shelves in my bedroom (above)
  • exploring TED talks with Laurence
  • finalizing our November vacation plans
  • finding my meditation “happy place”
  • discovering some old photos and videos of my kids from back in 2013/2014 that had all of us rolling with laughter
  • it’s always wonderful when you discover you can shop in your own closet!

Coming up in February
Taxes. Sigh. Usually I look forward to these because I actually enjoy all the math involved, but the new tax laws passed last year make me very angry. They only negatively impact people with children who make less than $157k per year. Instead of getting a large refund like normal, we’ll be paying extra taxes this year. Frankly, I don’t mind paying more in taxes – and I’d especially not mind paying more if we actually got things like health care, school funding, etc out of it – but I’m really angry that our government passed a law that will ONLY hurt families that don’t earn a ginormous salary. I won’t rant about it, though. Instead I’ll look forward to a few fun things: the Super Bowl, Valentine’s Day, my blogoversary, and planning for my upcoming Buzzard Party for my 40th birthday on March 1st!

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