Meaningless Drivel

Friday, March 05, 2004
Hmm ... what a lovely thing to contemplate. Am I starving to death? Unlikely, but it sure feels lik it.

Dave laughed at me when I told him about my new diet. He said "Great idea! It only took, what ... three years to think of it?" Rotten, evil man. It's true though. I just could not bring myself to it. In other words, I have absolutely no will power whatsoever. I LOVE food. Sauces, chinese food, mexican food, indian food, southern dishes, pasta .... I could go on and on. I just love food. It broke my heart to clamp down on my wayward desires and restrict myself. Now it's been a whole THREE days and I nearly have myself convinced that a very large plate of chicken chow mein won't hurt a bit.

Eric is also on strict food restrictions, but not as heavy since we already know what causes his face to break out : soy. So we are just restricting his soy intake again. Unfortunately that also leaves out most of his favourite foods. The few heads that popped up on his cheeks have almost completely healed already.

Kris - 8:42 p.m.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Soy is evil. Soy has taken over the world.
Do you know that soy and soya products are in practically everything these days? Corn too. No wonder I'm a miserable bitch. There goes all my favourite foods down the drain. Damn soy. I shall my revenge!

Kris - 9:21 a.m.

Is it a bad omen that my fingers, all but one, escaped the scourge of itching and blisters? Especially when that one is my ring finger (with wedding ring)? If I have to take my rings off (all my others are gone) I'll give up and starve myself to death.

Kris - 9:14 a.m.

Kathleen (MIL) left yesterday but supposedly she'll be back tomorrow or Thursday. she's feeling at loose ends now, since she quit her home-care nursing, and Phil has gone off to school in Toronto, and Rye working 5 days a week in Timmins. It gets lonely rattling around in a house, and she doesn't even have dogs to keep her company, just Dusty, a 15 year old cat.

I have hit my pain threshold now. I don't think I can take much more of this. Three nights now my skin has been gving me hell, and bloody sheets in the morning are theleast of my pains. I'm lucky if I can walk in the morning. This morning I could neither bend now straighten my arms because of the overnight scabbing. I'msure the gouges are infected, but Polysporin and all the steroid creams make the itch worse. I'm beyond desperate now.

I put myself on a heavy diet. Nothing, absolutely nothing but fruit, special breads and meat. No gravy, sauces, cheese, anything, just plain meat, plain bread (no butter/margarine) and plain fruit. No more dairy of any kind now (had to eat my birthday before I axed that from my list), so no more breakfast. Christ I hurt like a sonofabitch. Fuck fuck fuck, even my face was shredded.

Kris - 9:12 a.m.

About this Blog Whatever the flavour of the month is. Heh.

About Me: I'm a 29 year old stay-at-home mother to three children. I married my soulmate on Canada Day 2003, after nearly ten years of procrastinating, and I'm still stuck in that newlywed glow. Our home is made in cool Northwestern Ontario, on the tip of Lake Superior, in a small town with three big dogs.

I have a few grand passions. Dave and our offspring are definitely number One in my heart, with dogs coming in a close second. I love to read, and I love to write, and I spend much of my time doing both.

The Great Outdoors calls me constantly, and if I had my way, I would drop all the comforts of civilization in a heartbeat to live out in the bush, miles from anything. I can't do that, so I have to settle for spending our summers in the bush, in an ancient motorhome.

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