it seems one of my 186 fellow passengers the other day had a cold and managed to spread the germs to me. how could this happen in a re-circulated oxygen situation i have no idea. i have taken some of those COLD-X tablets that everyone swears by, i will keep you updated.
so i am drippy nosed and sneezing. sneezing takes a lot of energy. i don’t have a lot of energy today.
i (and probably oprah and a few others) have come to the conclusion that your body is happy at certain weights. plateaus…we’ve all experienced the word, and we’ve all cursed it and wondered why our body was clinging to that weight. but you know, i think it comes down to our bodies just being happy there and doing their darndest not to be shoved from there.
when losing weight, we curse plateaus. but they also work in our favour. i’m at a place where i am pretty happy with my weight right now. definition can use some work and there will be some exchange of fat for muscle, fair enough, but the scale is my friend right now. and i am pretty confident that if i go out and have a healthy amount of mexican food my body will not pack on the weight. i think my internal metabolism will form a clique, tell the extra fat there is no room for it here, we’re quite happy with our current membership, and to please move along. the ultimate black bean (dip) ceremony.
when my mum was here, i asked her if she thought i had a favourite baby. to my surprise, she quickly replied, "jasper".
this was interesting. i never thought that i had a favourite. jasper? i mean, he’s darling, he’s smily, easy going, doesn’t move as much as the others…a very good choice. but jasper?
what about sela? she’s so interactive, swift and attentive. a very good choice.
and carys? surely anyone who fought so hard deserves a special place in your heart. another good choice.
worth noting among my friends is that most of them have a favourite child. each of them has cult followers that would put the judy garland fans to shame. you’ve got to love them.
i think if i refer to jasper more than the girls, it is because there are two girls and one boy. i am doing a little boomerang. i don’t want either girl to feel that i gave the other girl preference, so i possibly lean more towards the child that isn’t a boy.
remember the seasame street song?
one of these things is not like the other
it’s like that.
i am pretty confident that jasper is not my favourite child, because i think evil thoughts or devise how i would change him (ie: he wouldn’t vomit) about him just as often as i think negative thoughts about his siblings. process of elimination, you’ve got to love it.
