I am going to do most of my blogging publicly. Honestly and in a small odd set up but if you want…go visit. There are a few but the links to them on on each page at the top. jenismind.blogspot.com is called Transforming the Mind. It’s all spirit and buddha and ommmmmm goodness. Then there is the foodie one: jeniskitch.blogspot.com where I might post my experiences with a recipe, maybe nutrition and food thoughts, etc. I also have a mom one where I will post about family stuff. jenisamom.blogspot.com then finally…the sharing one jenishares.blogspot.com where shit I don’t know what to do with…will go. It’s honestly probably where I will post the most because it’s like an internet bookmark for me. Things I like and want to share.
I will still use this blog but mostly to talk to you all in some weird direct way, like as if it were my xanga again. Where my heart will be.
I am on a diet too and really really contemplating a vegan life with the exception to chicken, eggs, and some fish. So not really vegan at all but a work in progress. But I digress my hubs is very much a junk food meat eater…it’s hard. Plus my 4 yr old LOVES Beef.
DO you think a mom like me who has a meat eating family could be light meat, eggs ok, maybe chicken here and there but live primarily off of the plant life? Maybe do juice cleanses and detox weekends?
If you remember Abraham and the idea of going with the current, not to swim against the current….well, feeding a bunch of meat dairy lovers is against MY current. If I lived in a cabin in a field, I’d only eat chicken eggs from my own chickens. The rest of the animal kingdom could live in peace. But damn guys this is rough. I still make meatballs and burgers. I am cooking chicken right now. Ugh.
Its not just vanity, its health and longevity I seek. Plus I HATE the thought that I am ingesting all that sadness and pain. Plants FEEL GOOD. I know that meat still tastes good to me…but I COULD live without it if I didn’t have family pressure. Okay, I feel the cortisol growing in my belly LOL I need to go do something. LOL…..I love you guys. Go to one new blog and all the pages to the rest are there. Namaste my friends.
I hear/read they are quite good for you. I assume for my kids and anyone else who will eat them too. Its just that if I decide to test a recipe or two, I need to know everything isnt going to have same aftertaste or something. I love me a good kombucha beverage, FROM THE STORE. But can I make it? Can I keep it going and get my kids into it? I dunno.
Fermented ketchup, fermented applesauce, or carrots…hmm….
Yeah, short but sweet. I am going to try to NOT use those abbreviations. I am growing sooooo anxious for the internet to blow up! And ok cell phones too. 🙂 I am a 1850’s country girl at heart. I need a horse, a root cellar and a few minions.
Technology is fabulous and I appreciate it so much. And as much as I am sneaking onto Facebook here and there just to feel a bit social…as I am still adjusting to being a stay at home mom in a cracker jack box, I mean house. But good LORD people, there is just so much crap and junk and stupidity. I long for a real attention span and a good long read online, a real feel. Everyone is socially marketing themselves and taking from the same pool of data and techniques that its all feeling very phony and staged. I am tired of reading about wellness and get the same message from every half interesting person. They are great, smart, well-intention-ed folk, but they might as well be the same person or share one website.
I dont need to pay for menu plans, I dont need to pay for supplements, I dont need your book, or your DVD’s. I just seek knowledge. But it seems it comes with a price tag and a social media “like/follow/subscribe” time drain.
No, I am not crabby. No, I really do enjoy learning. Yes, I need a good library. I need soulful inspiration, not tweets.
Sometimes I want to unsubscribe from everything and just find a real paper education on wellness, nutrition, soulful guidance, and a little real world.
Turn off the TV. Turn off the cell. Unplug the computer. Then go find myself a book I paid for and actually read it.
Could someone please come over and kick my butt? I am typing on a blog about how I need/want less internet. WTF. But I love you all so much and I truly need to hang out with coffee, or vodka and some wholesome vegan yummies, with my amazing friends who speak truth love hope and be me for real for a while. I need to find some of you in the flesh, for reals.
I dont have a lot of typing to do on this one. But I want to come here and say, I lost it when I weighed myself. I gained weight. Eating vegan, juicing and having the occasional smoothie. It tapered into a whirlwind of small failures, not juicing everyday or not making good choices by eating my salsa with organic Trader Joe’s fritos. They were soo good. It all went to Hades when I decided to eat some chicken. Not sure if it was the chicken or the guilt….but I am completely off the so-called wagon.
Plus dammit if I didnt gain weight and its really killing me! I have tons of excuses, but I am still bummed. I will say that I need to eat – to encourage alkalinity, and anti-inflammatory-ish. Because my carpal tunnel and chub a lub is painful.
I am the fattest I have ever been. WHAT THE HELL. I am officially 75 lbs overweight. Offically obese. God kill me now. I want to cry, and get drunk, and eat Oreos with real milk. LOL.
If my excuse is lack of energy it is, but its also lack of sheer will. (Looks at me typing this whiny post! When I could be moving my big fat ass) But I cant drink the good beverages, because….I am a mom, I cant sleep through the night yet, I still get up all night off and on. Not sure about you, but drinking makes me crabby as hell in the middle of the night, when forced awake for any reason. Not a good momma example, ya know? But but but but but but …. I think I am going to try pills. They arent on the detox plan, or the healthy heart plan, Buddha wouldnt approve, but they are on the high energy, no need for coffee plan. I need energy, lots of it. If I have to get it in a pill…I will. I honestly think my thyroid is cashed. Maybe a pill will jumpstart my metabolism and in the spring I can get outside and jump around! (I could eat 500 calories a day and still gain weight. Yet, I am not a closet eater, a snacker, binger or over eater. So it’s got to be my body is off kilter.) No matter what ails me though, thyroid or mental state, I don’t have insurance. So I am just f-ing fat and gotta deal with it on my own, just as I should.
So who’s coming over to let loose a wild animal to chase me around the block?
I am failing miserably on this 30 day vegan/juice/smoothie thing. For various reasons. I can barely get enough time to type a simple post on here, life is not full of empty space or freedoms to blog, juice or smoothie regularly.
If I want to juice I am going to need to use my loud juicer, which isnt fun with a little baby at my hip 24/7. I had to return my new quieter supposedly better juicer that my hubs got me for Christmas. It was AWFUL. What a mess that thing made! Oh, and Amazon returns are amazingly simple, considering it’s all internet based. It is simpler than going to the store. No waiting in lines, no dealing with the happy people who are handling your return. No ID needed, and they sent me the $ back before they even picked up the item via UPS. Oh, how I love the Amazon store. BUT – sadly, Amazon now charges tax in my state which is no small amount, 10%. Ticks me off quite truthfully. I loved getting away with no tax up front. Oh well, such as the way of the world I suppose.
Now to tell you something odd, I kind of want to create healthy meal plans and create a site for them. I can create them, use them, sample the food, experiment with recipes via the interwebs, while creating a site for that purpose. I do not want to make it all for a small fee either. I am sure if I could manage that some day, I certainly will. But for my sake it would be primarily for me, but sharing with anyone who comes across the page. Then if I get a bit of time to make it beautifully laid out with really nice printables, perhaps I can make a side income with it.
I cant seem to blog anymore like I did on Xanga. I think now that I have my friends from Xanga, I feel like spilling my heart is too private. Right now I know that there are only a few of you seeing this. It just doesn’t seem comfy and safe anymore if anyone can come across the page. Surely you may have noticed I can blab my heart out and want to, need to. But maybe I need a more private setting. Anyone know of a place where you can make certain posts visible to only a select few occasionally on a blog? I need a place where no filter is needed. Otherwise dear friends you may get long winded emails…. o.O
It’s a good quote day. Here is one that resonates… “I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime.” Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
It’s like winning the lottery, having a few minutes. I took a couple minutes and read a blog or two. I miss the slow feel of Xanga. I read to my hearts content and fell in love with the honesty in the souls of those I “followed”.
Personally for me, I ramble with no true focus or purpose. It’s a heart felt bullshit ramble of sorts. Somedays I am all full of love and cheer, others its just like a twitter feed….nothing substantial. But I need it. My heart aches to write and have down time to think about myself. Is that odd? I really need that time to let the misspelled words flow freely. It gives me a sense of who I am and where I am headed in this short crazy beautiful hellish life.
I wish I could run. It’s probably a fantastic way to let the thoughts roll in and out with the breath. But I’d be panting and rolling on the ground in a heart attack or something quite awful. I guess in the winter meantime, I will write and maybe walk, but its too cold to walk.
Even in rainy 55 degrees it feels dreadful to me.
If I could concentrate on a blog with purpose, I am pretty sure I’d find a way to make money doing it! Til then, we are stuck here with my blathering about nonsense and thoughts, dreams, wishes and whatever else comes to mind.
The baby is stirring, I hear her moving. She must hear my typing. When babies sleep…the keyboard seems 10x louder. To me and them. Do they make super quite keyboards that moms can afford? Hm…
See, I can’t get a thought in. I mean…this was just supposed to be lead in to a long post about something neat and interesting. But – today, this is all I got. There is a baby who needs me.