It’s that time of month again – no, not that time – it’s time to evaluate my progress in my war against the nasty little Lyme spirochetes. There was no clear winner in this month’s battle. If there was, I’m pretty certain that it wasn’t me.
I need to take drastic measures if I want to win this war. I should have done this three months ago, but I wasn’t ready. Last night, I realized what I needed to do.
Me: “I don’t want this to ever end.”
Dave: “Not ever?” (laughing at me)
Me: “It’s just so good!”
We were sitting in Five Guys. I was eating a cheese burger with onions and jalapenos. And it was like saying goodbye to a beloved friend.
Today I start back on my high-nutrient vegan diet. I do this because I MUST. The pain is pushing me. Have you ever been is so much pain that you would give up everything you love to escape it? Like bacon cheeseburgers, cupcakes, bread and (God, help me) coffee? No more dead things or processed things or refined things.
It’s going to be okay. I’ve done this before. I can do it again. That’s what I keep telling myself…
Now, let’s look back at the random things that happened this week:
There was dancing in the kitchen.
We hosted a sleepover with three teen girls. It was a breeze.
There was snow, snow and more snow.
If you are sick of winter, you might enjoy Monday’s post -I’m Not Getting Along With Connecticut.
I tried to let the cat out of the bag, but she liked it in there.
For more about Cookie the Kitten, see Wordless Wednesday.
My sweet, gentle rescue dog brought home a body last night. Part of a body. There were legs and a fluffy tail. I’m pretty sure she killed Thumper. She left it by the back door. She rushed out this morning for a frozen, not-so-lucky rabbit’s foot snack.
This is what she looks like when she’s not killing things:
Sweet, right? I’m so ready to be done eating dead things. She is not.