I woke up and it was Friday. Frankly I was surprised. I am not sure where the week went. I suppose I have been living in each moment and not thinking about time as a whole, which sounds good in theory, but I'm not sure it was.
I have felt like crap. It's been almost two weeks since I gave up wheat and five days since I gave up oats, and now I am eating a small amount of rice and corn, but overall hardly any grain at all. I have rarely felt worse. Frustrating isn't it? I can only hope my body is detoxing, or whatever you want to call it, and I will feel great soon. One can hope. Nothing sits well in my stomach and I feel nauseated almost all the time. I go from feeling no hunger, which I had hoped was from omitting wheat, to feeling starved and sick -- like pregnancy hunger. This is what I hate about "diets" not that I am dieting to lose weight. I get starved and sick and can't find anything that looks good. No beverage is refreshing. The worst part is I am eating healthier than I ever have.
Very uplifting, isn't it? Sorry. Let's talk about something else.
Maggie likes fruit, and actually watermelon tastes good to me, it just doesn't sit well
Fortunately I have had a good book to listen to, and some knitting to keep my mind and hands busy. I started Caleb's Crossing by Geraldine Brooks and finished it this morning. It was a good book, except I wasn't happy with the ending, maybe more because it ended period rather than the story.
I finally cast on some socks. And I knit, and I tore out, and I cast on, repeat. About ten, maybe 16 times. I could have knit a whole sock in the time I spent knitting and ripping.
Those stitches are really tiny. I can't believe I am knitting with a size 0 needle.
It was enjoyable to listen to Caleb's Crossing even while I ripped and re-cast on, so I'll probably always associate that book with these socks. My Caleb's Crossing socks.
Faith has been having a sewing lesson (Sewing with St. Anne) every day which is going better than I imagined (I don't have a very positive imagination, do I?). She isn't the most patient child, and I thought we would have trouble sitting and learning, but every lesson so far has gone well. Thank you, St. Anne.
This afternoon I am going to sit down with stack of new fat quarters and my already-cut squares and plan out a baby quilt. Actually, summer babies usually get a summer coverlet, a top pieced together and a back of flannel. I think it's nice and light for summer.
The kids are harassing me to go do something fun. I keep telling them that knitting and quilting IS fun. They are not buying it.
I took them to the movie (girls -- Brave, boys -- Spiderman) on Saturday and they went to the pool every evening this week. What more do they want? Ay, yi, yi. By the way, Brave was just o.k. I was a little disappointed.
On that note, that's all I have to say. A little good, a little not so good. Let's all try to have an all-good weekend. Monday is the Feast of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel -- always something to look forward to.