Monday, September 06, 2010
The opposite of a snob
The glads I got from the market opened up nicely this time. The trick I now know is to keep cutting a bit off the bottom to get the flowers to all open up. One of the bits I cut off fell on the floor and Georgie pounced on it, chewed it into a million bits and ate some. It's times like those I hope his instincts are good and he won't eat poison. (Yes I know about chocolate.)
That was a little sky gift yesterday. The diet I'm on is going well. Five pounds in 3 weeks. At first I was hungry all the time but after a while it's like the hunger stops throwing tantrums and calms down. Or I got used to the feeling. It really reminds me of quitting smoking. You have this urge, this desire seemingly coming from every cell in your body and you tell it NO! Now I'm working on associating this "pain" with the gain of losing weight. I never eat enough to actually be full, and pooping (you knew I had to go here) is not the same at all. I get the urge during coffee as usual but then a tablespoon of something spatters out and that's it. All done. You know what I'm really craving? A big satisfying dump, but I guess my bod is absorbing everything these days.
Here's me last weekend with Rita on our last day together. (She said she didn't mind me posting this.) We spent 40 hours together and the time just flew by. I'd say this is the second time I've hit it off as well as someone I've taught. The first became a friend but then eventually moved to France. What's really weird? We did the Meyers-Briggs personality test and she is the first person I've ever come across who scored exactly as I do. INTJ. Not that I test everyone, but I have done it many times and this is just a rare combo. It made sense though as we were very similar in many respects. Then yesterday I got a note from Maurice whose friend had had dinner with Rita and heard about me and told him. Small world eh?
We can't let a post go by without a picture of our favorite pooch, can we? Couldn't figure out what was interesting him so much. Maybe it was anticipation of the pizza yesterday. The boys convinced me to have pizza delivered, a diet busting decision, but after three weeks of being good, I figured what the hell. I had two and a half slices. I only put a tiny bit of mayonnaise on it (a quebecois thing that really does improve the dish) but I didn't put any Cheez Whiz on it like Dan did. I'm sorry but Cheez Whiz is for breakfast. I can't believe I really eat that stuff, but I do and I like it. What's the opposite of a snob? Cause that's what I think I am.
One last thing. Today marks 10 years since I moved to Canada. On this day in 2000 we landed with Sara, two big suitcases of clothes, a box of important papers and a computer. It's hard to believe we now have a furnished house overflowing with things and a garage crammed full of shit. Our net worth has quadrupled since that day, something that never would have happened had we stayed in Socal (I don't think). Thanks universe, thanks Quebec! Here's to another decade in this great country.