Saturday, July 18, 2009

Random thots...

from the Hinterland. All is well, we're just plugging along, busy weekends, but not so busy weekdays. Here are a few bits of randomness....

I am overwhelmed by some of the recent posts on blogs that I frequent about the food we do eat, shouldn't eat and should eat. Things I've learned? (which all pretty much contradict everything that today's food industry, dietitians and nutritionists tell us).

Saturated fats are good for you.
Poly and mono unsaturated fats are bad, bad, bad.
Skim milk bad - whole milk good. Raw milk from grass fed cows - even better.
Anything that is pasteurized and even worse, homogenized, is the last thing you want to ingest.
Anything with High Frustose Corn Syrup bad. (Do you know the sheer volume of foods that have HCFS listed as one of the first 5 ingredients??)
Boxed cereals bad.
Commercial yogurts bad.

Frankly, it's all making my head spin, I don't know where or how to start making changes, but know I definitely want need to research more.

I'm not sure where summer went. Our daytime temps haven't been above 63 since Wednesday and we are on day 3 of solid's downright cold and gloomy.

I am still getting my trashed kicked (I stole that phrase from one of my favorite bloggers!) three days a week at bootcamp. We've had some really fun workouts, lots of variety to keep things interesting. Hoping to drop at least one pants size by the end of this month.

Overall, this week was cranky Momma week. Felt like the kids and I were never on the same page, I nagged and ragged, they pushed and snipped at me and each other. It all came to a head when this happened....

Thursday was our worship band practice night. The Hubs usually just stays late at work and we meet there. This week, we made plans to meet at church at 6:15 to have dinner together (subway...klassy I know), which would require me to leave by 6. I was already running a little behind when my parents showed up at 5:50 to show off their new car, just as I was trying to get the kids some dinner, get them all settled and lay down the law (Coleo is now babysitting for our summertime band practices) and get myself out the door. Ack! Well at 6:15 I finally walked out the door. I leave, get all the way up onto the highway and realize that I forgot to pack all of Greg's gear. So I had to drive another 2 miles up to first exit where I can turn around. ARRGGHHH! I was SO mad at myself for forgetting, mad at my parents for showing up and getting me all frazzled and distracted and mad at Greg for making me be his "roadie". And sa
d that our attempts to have even a few minutes together was shot. I was NOT a happy lady at all. I got back home, loaded his gear and started off again.

By this time I am mad and crying and I even screamed out loud in the car. I revved the engine a little harder than I should have. I turned up some music really loud, said a little prayer for a major attitude adjustment and got myself up to church. It was not the way I ever want to feel before stepping into my role as worship leader. Plus we had three guys subbing for our regular players so it was just a trying night all around. We ended up having a good practice, but I think I was still a little off all night. Oh well.

Yesterday the girls had a playdate with a friend so the boys and I went and had fun together. Coleo had some old PS2 games he wanted to trade in at Gamestop, and they had a sale on used games, buy 2 get 1 we had fun picking out some new DS and Wii games we can all enjoy. All of my kiddos are jazzed when the momma gets generous with random acts of shopping. Retail therapy at it's finest. We treated the kids to a local Mexican place for dinner as a "farewell" sendoff for Coleo going to camp. And we did have a great time there too. We even splurged and split a couple of desserts! Our kiddos are also jazzed when it comes to getting dessert. ;-)

This morning we sent Coleo off to camp for the very first time. He'll be gone until Friday evening at a camp 5 hours away. We aven't had a lot of success when it come to sleepovers with him in the past, but we've really seen him turn a corner over the past month or so in his self-control, and maturity, even going to bed all by himself without needing a "tuck-in" from one of us. At first he didn't want to go to camp back in May when registration began, but then our Youth Pastor asked again, just a few weeks ago during the last week of registration to see if he would maybe re-consider, and to all our surprise he said yes! I am so nervous for him, but know he's going to have a great week (praying for no homesickness!)

>insert thought provoking or otherwise witty conclusion here<

that's all I've got.


Wendy said...

This just makes me laugh... I've been thinking a lot about the food messages lately too... Red dye #40to be exact... Apparently we're not supposed to feed it to our kids... So pretty much if food or drink has color to it... don't eat it. It's in everything. The whole don't eat fruit thing at boot camp bugs me too... I highly doubt the dreaded fresh pineapple is the culprit behind my fat!

I did chuckle at your tantrum... sorry... I'm aggressive so I relate to that stuff... In fact that's my blog topic for this evening...

Greg couldn't ask for a better roadie... and he knows it too...

Unknown said...

My first comment! Sorry it's about food. Yeah, it's hard to do it all unless you live on a self sustaining farm! Just choose one area that you think is do-able and focus on that. We're probably 95% free from high fructose corn syrup. Ketchup and Club Crackers are the holdups I can think of right now! I highly recommend Arnold's bread for just plain sandwich bread (in regular bread aisle at most stores - cheapest at Walmart unfortunately). Who would have thought that most breads, even ones that are supposed to be "healthy" have HFCS as one of the main ingredients. Good luck figuring it all out! ~Jen

Cheri said...

When your kids are parents....they will find something they shouldn't be feeding their kids....

It's always something.
Everything in moderation :)


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