Egg-less Wonder

When the doctor said to eliminate egg products from my diet for 3 months, I thought it would be no problem. Do you have any idea how many foods have eggs in them? Foods I LOVE, I might add. But, in the spirit of conquering inflammation on my journey to better health, I soldier on.

After a couple of weeks of cutting out morning egg-white omelets, I find myself in need of a.m. protein. I've resorted to eating last night's leftover chicken several times, but it doesn't quite hit the spot as a culinary treat.

Reading ingredient lists has yielded "hidden" eggs in things I like. Mayonnaise and almost all baked goods are in the forbidden zone. My usual fall-back for mayo is plain, strained yogurt, but this is another food I need to avoid. Thank goodness for vegennaise - Tom keeps calling it vaginnaise.

Now I'm on a quest. I hate to feel deprived. Today I made apple craisin muffins, which made me feel better. Tomorrow I'll try Irish soda bread, and there's a cocoa-banana muffin recipe calling my name once the apple bananas ripen. All I need is time :)

A-political

After re-reading the last couple of posts, I don't like the trend my blog is taking. I'm not all that into politics, and just venting about things that annoy me is counter-productive. So - I'll re-think how best to make use of this forum.

Health Care

A very smart man said to me, "Look, I can afford health care. But, I want to make sure that the guy who fixes my salad at the Olive Garden can afford to get his hepatitis treated so I don't get it!"

I never cease to be amazed at my friends and family who send out emails generating fear and hatred over making medical care available to all. To the Christians I want to say, "Hey, look down at your WWJD bracelet! He HEALED the sick, and he urged people to build spiritual, not material, wealth. So shut up and act more like Him."

I still love my friends and family - but I wish they could see the world through a different lens.

Oh, and I must confess that the smart man referenced is my husband.

Journey from Conservatism

I'm not sure when it happened. I voted for Reagan, and then again for Bush 41. I didn't vote for Clinton either time, although I remember not liking the Republican choices very much.

At some point, Republican views became the politics of fear and hate - for me, at least. I read news from both sides, and I get emails spewing things to be afraid of (mainly Obama) from many of my friends.

They seem to be afraid of:

• Diversity - this is evident from the racial tone of emails sent around about the Obamas personally. I won't dignify them by listing them, but you know which ones I'm talking about.
• A woman's right to choose whether or not to carry an unwanted pregnancy. Of course, the only alternative anyone ever offers is adoption, but for most married women, this isn't a viable alternative because of social pressure. Education and readily available birth control are the best ways to reduce the need for termination of pregnancy.
  
• Offering health care to those who cannot afford it. The argument that it's too expensive is ridiculous. It's a hell of a lot cheaper to fund preventive care and doctor's visits up front than it is to provide health care through emergency rooms. And, when the top group opposing universal health care is insurance companies - well - HELLO - need I say more?

What really pushed me over the edge, away from conservatism, was the campaign of Bush 43. When he butchered John McCain in South Carolina, with the help of fringe groups, I knew this was not a candidate I could ever support. He wanted to take the country back to 1950's-era times socially. I considered him dangerously inept, next to Al Gore. So, I jumped, and I've never looked back.

It makes me sad to see so many people I love still mired in fear and anger, but I can't do or say anything about it without triggering the anger response. They seem to prefer being there. So, I keep my politics (mostly) to myself, unless asked. Enlightenment isn't for everyone.

One of the things I deliberately appreciate is a beautiful commute. After growing up in an area dominated by fields of something (and always wishing I was somewhere else), every day I see the water breaking over the reef is a special blessing. On the way to work, I notice flowering trees and shoreline. On the way home, I notice how the clouds paint themselves around sharp volcanic ridges and ancient peaks.

As the sun lowers, the clouds change into beautiful pinks, lavenders, and eventually dusky purple and blue. Add in afternoon water vapor, and rainbows abound. It's all the colors I wore on my eyes in the 70's. Geez, I miss loud eye shadow!

Living in Colorado, I used to thank God every day for the front range view that took my breath away on the drive home. I could see from Pike's Peak to Long's Peak. I also learned that looking at mountains was romantically moving, but getting up amongst them wasn't the nirvana I always believed it would be. Once you're IN the mountains, you can't SEE anything much! Well, you can when you get up towards the top, but the top of a fourteener sucks the breath out of your body and gives you a bad headache.

Knowing this didn't lessen my appreciation for mountains. It made me enjoy the view from my commute even more.

And now, because visiting my roots is a rare pleasure and privilege, I find myself watching the fields of whatever as I drive, feeling happiness all the way to my core.

3/8 Workout

I can walk down the steps in front of the building without wobbling and holding on to the rail - yippee! My left knee doesn't feel like it's going to collapse anymore. Feels good to feel good.

Abs and glutes - abs and glutes - pay attention. Heck, I don't even know if it's spelled correctly. Glutes = butt muscles.

Who'd have thought the most innocent-looking workout would make me feel better in two months than 6 months of physical therapy? Just goes to show, a holistic approach is best!