Thursday, June 17, 2010

My $0.02 to go with BP's $20 billion

When I was sitting around the closing table, waiting for the papers to arrive that would render me in debt forever, the real estate agents, myself and the seller of my house were making small talk. After discussing the weather, restaurants and dogs, one of the agents finally brought up the oil spill. It had been going on for over two weeks, and we all lamented about what a travesty this is to the Gulf region.

At one point the seller addresses the group and says, "I don't think this is going to affect us."

I don't usually like making other people feel stupid, especially when I just met them, but I really hope this person feels like a complete douche lord for ever thinking that an oil spill in the Gulf would not affect us.

Even back then, I explained to him how the millions of gallons of crude oil is now in our ecosystem, and especially for those of us who are on the seafood diet, it will eventually end up in our system. I can tell you in the last two weeks I've had fish, shrimp, oysters, crabs, crawfish, and if someone offered, I would eat a turtle.

Now 59 days later, with an estimated 1.47 to 2.52 million gallons of oil spilling into our ocean every day, we have much more to worry about than just what's going on my po-boy. And let me just say "spill" just doesn't seem to portray the enormity of this situation. I can say I "spilled" yogurt, because a spill is something you can wipe or clean up. This is more like a ginormous gushing, spewing, projectile oil spout that can never be cleaned up in its entirety.

How could people think an oil spill will not affect us?

Remember when Mufasa is showing Simba the kingdom he will inherit as king?

Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.

Simba: But dad, don't we eat the antelope? 

Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life. 

It's the Circle of Life... and it moves us all...

Okay, so on this particular part of the circle of life, we have coastal wetlands. According to, the wetlands are important because of its "commercial values, recreational values, wildlife habitats, water quality management, storm buffers, erosion control, and flood control."

Before this BP eff-up occurred, our wetlands were already vulnerable and vanishing partially because of oil and shipping companies that created canals through the wetlands that have allowed for subsidence, saltwater intrusion and wave erosion. Fast forward a few decades and we have Hurricane Katrina, Rita, Ike & Gustav. You [should] know what happens next.

I wrote this in an email to some colleagues this week, "Last Friday, we went on an eco-tour to look at healthy and unhealthy marshland. It was bittersweet to be in our wetlands and to see the variety of species and how purposeful God has been in planning our region. It's so unfortunate how vulnerable we've made ourselves through our shortcuts and exploitation of land and its indigenous people. Prayers for the people affected by the spill."

The last living cypress swamp in Terrebonne Parish

Prayers are wonderful and powerful. I also pray that we are moved to action. 

Buddhist monk, author and activist, Thích Nhất Hạnh, says, "Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature." 

You know how annoying it is when you're using a ball point pen that breaks? You end up with ink all over your hands and somehow it manages to get on your face and clothes, and it's the worst when you don't even notice it until the end of the day. Well, we have one big broken ink well in our Gulf. It's all over our marshes, boats, animals. It's time to do something. 

    Catholic Charities need people to collect information from clients and distribute food. 
    Second Harvest Food Bank needs people to sort and distribute emergency food supplies. 

    Write, email, call, tweet, poke your congressional representatives. Signing your name to an email always seems like a drop in a bucket, but think about where you'd like your signature to be in this circle of life. 

Louisianians -- Sen. David Vitter has been all over the news demanding support for our region and our ecosystem and economy. In the past he has consistently voted against laws the would prohibit drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. *Cough* Hypocrite *Cough* 

The Environmental Defense Fund will email your Senator. They have also put together this video that incorporates two things I love right now: Mr. Schuester [from Glee] singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and oily pelicans. 

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Workout Wednesday

I am asking all of you to say prayers, light incense, sacrifice your first born, send positive brainwaves into the atmosphere because I am starting to run again!

Sitting out because of shin splints sucks. Not because I'm the best runner in the world, but because I'm so unskilled in all other forms of physical activity that I'm starting to hate this constant feeling of inadequacy. It's been nearly 6 months now and I hope I can finally get off my flat ass and get my heart pumping and lungs burning again.

I've already swallowed what little pride I have left by wearing my cool orthopedic running shoes, and I will further act a fool by wearing my compression socks every time I exercise.

The sad thing is that I'm not even good enough of a runner to warrant all these contraptions. I'm just brittle and my muscle fibers will not stay on the bone. I also use the many hours I will now spend watching So You Think You Can Dance (I hope you're watching!) icing my shins and stretching.

And I will run, of course.

I'm up to 1 mile! For those not living in southern Louisiana this time of year, exercising outdoors feels like having a hot towel over your face with a grocery bag loosely tied around your head. Torture. Literally, good ol' southern torture.

I simply walk out the house and already I'm tasting the salty sweat pour out of my body. I can't decide if this is worse than running in the winter when my hands would get painfully frozen and move in slow motion because my blood was starting to freeze over.

Regardless, I will persevere! Goal: Rock 'n Roll Marathon in San Antonio in November! If I were you, I wouldn't start placing bets on this horse. Just run with me so I don't sleep in instead of hitting the pavement to show off my cool socks.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

I need a magazine...

... and to be on my own private toilet.

I'm sitting at my desk at work, and I totally feel like I could #2. So I get up to go to the toilet and I can't perform.

This is now happened 3 times. What the heck, body?

This is what I get for not eating any vegetables yesterday. Does guacamole count as a vegetable? And tortilla chips? 

If you hear applause coming from the bathroom, it's because I have accomplished something. Until then, I will wait for nature to call. 

Constipated Kathy

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Oh, the Single Life

Rarely do men offer to buy me drinks when I'm at a bar. 

This weekend, my luck took a turn when Mr. Corona-and-Margarita-At-The-Same-Time broke the tension between our side ways glances at one another and asked if he could buy our next round.   

I declined the offer. 

Then I threw up in my mouth. 

Good thing I had fried oysters for dinner. 

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


All weekend long my car has been smelling like bananas. I figured I finally reached the point where all of my bodily emissions were going to smell like bananas because I eat them so often.

Some of you may know my old car, which had the BANANAS license plate. This was long before Gwen Stefani made the spelling of this nutritious and delicious fruit a catchy tune.

Sorry. This was the only photo I could find. You can see the license clearer in the reflection [upside down and backwards, though].

Today, I get to my office and start the usual unloading of the items. Cell phone, water bottle, planner... Then I see this in the bottom of my bag:

[Warning: View photo at the risk of losing one's appetite for bananas today.]

Guess I'll be making banana bread tonight. Yum! 

I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.

This is what I looked like today:

Did I go on a great run? No.

Did I finally do a pull up? No.

Did I just dance the night away at F&M's? Thank God, no. That'll be next weekend.

My full body work out today involved one piece of equipment. A Scotts 20-inch Reel Mower.

In the words of Rachel Zoe, "I die."

I'm pretty sure my neighbors think I'm embarrassing, but at least no toxins [besides my own blood, sweat and tears] were emitted into the atmosphere.

Happy Memorial Day

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Excuse me, how do I get to Jersey Shore?

I'm sitting at Newark Airport, attempting to get my $8 worth of Internet in before I leave here. 3 hours down, 2 more to go. Let's blog the time away...

I spent the past few days in New Jersey. I asked around and I'm sad to report there were no Snooki sightings where I was. I'm guessing Princeton Theological Seminary just isn't her scene. Not enough space in the bars for her to do to back handsprings.

I attended the Institute of Faith and Public Life and also met with a group of people whose jobs are similar to mine - engaging young adults in year-long mission service. I love/hate being in the company of people who are intelligent, articulate, passionate, accomplished and funny. I love it because I hope to one day develop into such a person [or at least date one]. I hate it because mostly I'd feel more comfortable chatting with The Situation. [He could give me some gym tips.]

There is a Nelson Mandela saying that is often quoted that speaks to me when I feel like a shrimp in the oil-saturated Gulf of out-spoken voices. Mandela says: Your playing small does not serve the world. 

If Snooki doesn't allow her 4'9 frame inhibit her from representing all the Guidettes out there, why should I allow my lack of graduate degrees and professional/life experiences stop me from wanting to join the movers and shakers out there on the forefront of social justice advocacy?

First, and most importantly, I will work on educating myself of the facts and myths that exist out there. Here are a handful of things I have learned during my time in New Jersey:
  • Just because something is legal, doesn't mean that it is right. Remember when segregation was legal and women weren't allowed to vote?
  • Learning about Martin Buber freshmen year of college was important: stop objectifying people as "it" but rather see them as "thou" 
  • Get to know your neighbor, especially your enemies so that you can love them [I will be tuning into Fox News more often]
  • Ben Franklin seriously thought German immigrants in America would never learn to speak English...
  • The Beatles and Jesus were right: All you need is Love.
  • I love the smell of flowers in the air
  • Being at a conference afforded no time for GTL
 Here are some great resources I learned about this weekend:

GreenFaith - Interfaith Partners for the Environment
Follow Me to Freedom - book written by Shane Claiborne and John M. Perkins
Bread for the World - Have Faith. End Hunger. 
World Relief
Jesus and Justice

"The love for justice that is in us is not only the best part of our being but it is also the most true to our nature." -cc

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Status Change

Confession: I am taking the time to blog right now because I can't connect to my Slingbox to watch Glee and Biggest Loser!

But, that doesn't mean I care about my blog readers any less than I care about what is happening with Will and Emma this week. Ya'll run through my mind very often, especially when I see fun things that I wish I could iPad it out there to you without having to exert the manual labor of typing and choosing corresponding media and then reading my entry multiple times to eliminate as many typos as possible. What I'm trying to say is that I'm lazy. There, I said it.

Truthfully, the past month has been even more ridiculous than most. Nearly every day is either a great high or extreme low. Anytime my phone rings, my stomach turns. I refresh my email box for new messages every 5 minutes. I've been overwhelmed with emotions and have had to get pep talks and advice from friends to remember that everything will work out just fine, and that I have to accept that whatever happens happens.

No, I haven't just started a new volatile relationship. I have been trying to close on a house.

As of May 5, 2010, I officially became an owner of a house that really belongs to a mortgage company that I owe more money to than I have ever made in my life! It's all very exciting.

And I say "I" as if all of this came about because I am a financially capable, real estate savvy adult, which is totally not true. I'm sure most adults don't call their real estate agent in tears because their insurance agent was rude to them on the phone. This achievement could not have been possible without the patience and kindness of my lovely real estate agent and my parents, who have accepted the grim fact that I will never marry and move out of their house.

The big question now is: When's the big moving day?

The answer is: never. I don't have one large living space that I have been inhabiting that I can pack up in a U-Haul and unload at my new abode. I'm living at my parent's house. I'm pretty sure they would notice if I took their couch and blender. 

My real goal is to be as intentional as possible with what I fill my new environment with, not just with making sure I don't end up with everyone's cast-off bathroom decor, but also because I will be spending a lot of time there [since all of my income is now going to my mortgage company... there goes what small social life I had!].

Like my post back in April, I hope to apply the same principle's I apply to my food decisions: Am I making choices that affirm and promote the dignity of human beings and that are considerate of our planet's limited resources?

This will be tough, especially since I don't have $3,000 to drop on an organic mattress.

However, I am proud to announce my first major appliance purchase: used from my church's annual garage sale for the bargain price of $4.

You know how the saying goes: Coffee is where the heart is. 

More photos:

Yes, this is also my favorite part of the house. 

Monday, May 3, 2010

Blog Tag

Dearest blog readers,

I apologize for my absence and lack of material to distract you from your daily tasks. I won't go into details as to why I haven't been a faithful blogger. Let me just borrow the words of Joe Fox (Tom Hanks) of the endearing You've Got Mail rom-com, "I'm in the middle of a project that needs tweaking." Yes, t-w-e-a-k-i-n-g, tweaking.

I am writing today because I was recently informed through reading a friend's lovely blog that I have been tagged in another blog! I am a frequent participant in phone tag, but I admit this is my first time playing blog tag. I'm not one for games, but since there are no winners or losers in this one, I'm in.

My friend Lori wrote on her blog the instructions:
The result of being tagged is that you have to open the first of your photo folders and select the 10th photo, then post along with the story behind it. 
Okay. Finder::: Pictures::: iPhoto Library::: Originals::: 2003::: Black and White::: P1010091.JPG:::

Tag! Fireplace, ottoman...? So not really the best photo to blog tag someone in. I could have cheated and picked a much more interesting photo but I'm not one for lying, unless it's about how cool you look in the new Kardashian swimsuit line.

So I will tell the story behind this one anyway. This was our living room in the Corral Canyon house, where I lived with 5 other ladies my senior year of college. You'll notice our living room is particularly tidy because we threw our roommate, Ali, a surprise birthday party that night!

Surprise! We cleaned!

Not only did we clean, but all of the guests wore black and white. We even tried to have food and as much decor as possible be black and white.

even Dingo is in black & white

We picked out an outfit for Ali so she stood out as the birthday girl. If this sounds familiar to you, it's because Oprah did the same thing. Except, I'm pretty sure her party did end up with a killer dance party like ours.
Happy Belated Birthday, Ali! 
(Remember how I didn't get you anything?)

So, Ali doesn't have a blog, not one that I know of at least. So for my fellow bloggers out there, you can start your own game of blog tag. You're it. I'm touching that safety zone... or did we call that home base or something?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

White People Like Earth Day

Happy Earth Day!

I couldn't let this day pass without blogging because what kind of environmentalist would I be if I didn't blog about ways we can be "green." I hate to be so cliche, but as Asian as I like to be, I really am a white on the inside.

Just glancing down the list of StuffWhitePeopleLike, I'm pretty sure I'm just as white as some of the Daughters of the American Revolution out there. Just this week, I've had coffee (#1) every day. On Monday, my bicycle (#61) was stolen.  I've been to Whole Foods (#49) twice this week and will probably go tomorrow night. Today I drove my Toyota Prius (#60) to a specialty running store so I can get calf compression sleeves so I can continue training for my marathon (#27).

All of this to say: we should focus on #64 Recycling. This is what StuffWhitePeopleLike has to say about it:

Recycling is a part of a larger theme of stuff white people like: saving the earth without having to do that much.

Recycling is fantastic! You can still buy all the stuff you like (bottled water, beer, wine, organic iced tea, and cans of all varieties) and then when you’re done you just put it in a DIFFERENT bin than where you would throw your other garbage. And boom! Environment saved! Everyone feels great, it’s so easy!

The article gets much funnier after this portion, especially when it goes into the case study of what white people do when they think you don't recycle. You should read it. [ie. "Advanced white recyclers will uses these grocery bags as garbage bags."]

The truth is I do feel guilty about my wastefulness and the ways we are taking the earth's resources for granted. The other day, I was listening to NPR (#44 Public Radio) and they featured this author/environmentalist, Bill McKibben, who's book is titled Eaarth. He believes our planet is no longer the same planet we were born into, therefore, needing a new name. Here are some statistics he stated to demonstrate that Earth is now Eaarth:

The atmosphere holds about five percent more moisture. The oceans are about 30 percent more acidic. We just learned from NASA in the last couple of days that we've just come through the warmest 12-month period in history, the warmest winter around the world. 2010 is almost certain to be the warmest calendar year on record.

And here I thought global warming was over because of all the blizzards and snow storms we had this winter. I'm so confused...

I turn off the electric power strip my lamp, cell phone charger and Apple Products (#40) are plugged into whenever I leave for work for the day. I carry my reusable water bottle everywhere. I turn off the water when I'm shaving my legs, granted that doesn't happen very often. [Seriously, I just shaved because I noticed my leg hairs were starting to curl. Reason #429 why I'm still single!] What else can we do?!

Mr. Bill suggests that we all sign up to participate during his organization's,, Global Work Day on 10.10.10 so that all of our efforts on one day will make it clear to the world that we are ready to join Captain Planet and the Planeteers and combine our powers to plant a tree, install solar panels, bike to work, pick up trash and educate others on ways we can help Mother Earth get her groove back. So who's with me?

Let me just mark the date down in my moleskin planner (#122).

"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it."
- Dan Quayle

Thursday, April 15, 2010

You know what they say about flat hands...

It seems obvious that Flat Kathy would also have flat feet. Since I've been struggling with shin splints since November, one of the first things people will ask is if I have flat feet. The answer is yes. There is nothing about me that isn't flat. Even the back of my head is flat, which is why I would never attempt to go for the shaved head look that Natalie Portman pulled off in V for Vendetta.

I recently got new running shoes. I am so embarrassed by them, but for one of the few moments in my life, I have decided to choose function over style. This means I'm getting old and maturing or I'm starting to just slowly let myself go. Please intervene when you see me walking around with a tweetie bird t-shirt on.

The shoe store I go to let's me take each pair of shoes I try on for a run outside. I could've gone with the sleeker looking Asics that you usually see on runners. But the stability and comfort of these bad boys...

... let's just say it was enough for me to break out the credit card. They appear more normal than they really are, but don't let the white shoelaces distract you from the nearly two inches of cushion all the way from the heel to toe. The special feature of this particular shoe is that the arch isn't scalloped like most running shoes, so it provides stronger support for my super large flat feet.

It was a tough choice, but I figured my self-esteem is already pretty low with my running abilities, so one more thing can't bring me that much lower than how I already feel.

When I got these, I had an instant flashback to one of my favorite movies in high school, Can't Hardly Wait! I don't know why, but I was obsessed with this movie back in the day. I just loved when Dharma the angel stripper tells Preston that you can't just rely on fate to make your dreams come true, fate only gets you so far. But it turned out to be fate that helped him win over Amanduh with this lost love letter at the end.

Sorry, my point is, there is actually another scene that is more relevant to my topic of the day. When Kenny and Denise are stuck in the bathroom and they start getting honest with one another...
Kenny: And those shoes!
Denise: What?
Kenny: Do they serve an orthopedic function?
Yes, Kenny they do. Not all of us are born with perfectly arched feet. At least I can find solace in a TV show that teaches us to have compassion for losers [except these losers can sing and dance better than I do in my own dreams.]

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Dancing through the examine life

This past week was super hectic for me. Many a-things in my life started to crumble, including my shins :(  Is it too early to start researching shin implants?

Last week, I also said goodbye to Wicked the Musical. We had some great times together. We sang, we danced, we defied gravity together. Unforgettable.

Now I'm back to plowing through the Quantum Wellness Cleanse book. This is a really good example of how bad I would be if I were ever an English literature major. It takes me forever to finish a book, unless it's Confessions of a Shopaholic. With this book, there's just so much to soak in with each chapter and the plot is just so slow in unfolding. When will she finally get together with eating meat again??? 

On Day 19, Kathy Freston talks about Socrates' famous quote, "the unexamined life is not worth living."

That's easy for him to say. He made a career out of going around asking the tough questions in search of wisdom and truth. It's the end of the day and my brain hurts. It would be nice to be able to ice it like I'm icing my shins. Oh yeah, I sometimes can do that with an ice cold beer.

Like Fiyero, the hunky, charming prince character in Wicked, I say [or sing]:

Why invite stress in?
Stop studying strife
And learn to live the unexamined liiiife
Dancing through life
Skimming the surface
Gliding where turf is smooooth
Life's more painless
For the brainless
Why think too hard?
When it's so soothing
Dancing through life 

And we all know what happened to Socrates because he tried to get people to think and stuff. So why not just dance through life? It would burn more calories, that's for sure.

Are you dancing through life or are you living the examined life? If you're doing both, please video tape it so we can watch it on youtube. It could go viral like this one:

I digress. I sort of already touched on why I started my own personal food consciousness so I won't go there again. [If you missed it, or just miss it, you can read it here.]

Many of us are unsatisfied with just dancing through life, because frankly, who can even compare our moves to Kate Gosselin's show stopping Papparazzi number on Dancing with the Stars?

The good news is we are in a place where we would like to see the best of ourselves and the best for others. The not-so-good news is that we don't magically get there at the end of every song and dance sequence. I know my decision not to purchase meat has not even registered on any company's or restaurant's radar. No one cares about my decisions, but if I am able to stay true to my own principles with my smaller decisions, they will eventually add up with others who are on my same wavelength.  It also helps me to keep the ideals I value in the forefront of my life rather than just an afterthought.

And why does being conscious about what we choose to eat seem like insignificant choices? When you're ready to buy your next "toy" -- digital camera, car, laptop, dog -- how many reviews do you read? How many different retail outlets and online stores do you check out to compare specs and prices? How many people do you talk to because they have experience with owning these products?

How much more do we consume food than these products that we spend so much time carefully considering the particular brand and model we introduce into our lives?

People have a right to be concerned about where their car came from and if the engine was assembled in China by the hands of migrant factory workers working exhausting hours just to send what we spend at a movie theater back home to their families at the end of the month. Let us also be connected to where our food comes from and the different people and places that are involved with its production and final packaging as all white meat chicken nuggets for the unbeatable price of 99 cents. In other words:

Basically, conscious eating entails knowing where our food comes from and what goes into making it, and choosing to eat in a way that affirms our integrity and our most basic values. That goes for everything that we consume, of course, but with food, it's far more constant (we eat at least three times a day!) and our power to make better choices is far more profound here than with anything else we consume.               -k freston

Of course, I need to admit that I don't have all the right answers as to all the food choices I should make. Heck, I don't have any answers to the bigger life choices I need to make either. However, I know there is a sense of peace in aligning what I feel is best for my mind, body and soul. I can't change the bigger things that are throwing that particular alignment out of whack at the moment, but I can choose to eat healthy and consciously so that I'm not too bloated or unsatisfied with myself when it is finally the right time for me to dance through my examined life. Cue music...

 I'm pretty sure I'm doing the lawn mower, always a crowd pleaser.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I'm sorry Mama.

I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

When I first envisioned doing the cleanse, I imagined I would also have this grand physical purging of much of what I possess. Like many things I envision [ie. zero calorie bacon, world peace], it hasn't happened yet.

In the spirit of Easter and the remembrance of our resurrected Jesus, I was motivated to also resurrect some of outdated wardrobe contents. It's a small start but at least I've started, right?

38 tops, 20 bottoms and 1 dress

It's been difficult for me to part with one of my most coveted items. If anyone is interested in becoming the proud owner of a cropped, long-sleeve black jacket, please let me know. You don't want to let this gem get away!

You can't see it in the photo, but the jacket has great detailing, including lace trim all around the bottom. It's also never been worn in public, so you'd be the first to break it in and show off yo' hot self! 

My cousins in China, bought this for me. I hope they don't read this blog...

The before and after shots of my closet don't rely convey the progress I made today. Maybe if this was a Highlights magazine you'd have fun trying to spot the 25 differences between the two photos. 

So obviously, there is still much work left to be done to rid myself things I no longer use. The clothes alone is a feat. I still have this dresser...

...and more bins in our shed and under my bed and also shoes! Oy. What have I gotten myself into?

I am a huge fan of Sarah McLachlan's "World on Fire." I know this song is so yesterday but it still resonates with me today. Especially the line: The more we take / the less we become / A fortune of one that means less for some.

Of course, my pile of outdated and outworn apparel isn't a fortune to any one of us, but I am aware that I have more than I need while others face a daily scarcity of basic necessities.

And of all days, Easter helps me to remember how much I have been given that I haven't worked for and surely do not deserve and the daily gift of being able to renew ourselves and reclaim our lives. Like Lazarus, I hear God's call to get rid of my "grave clothes" and be clothed with Love. That's right - love is more comfortable on the skin than any poly/cotton blend.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

A goal without a plan is just a wish.

Last week, one of the trainers at my gym called and asked if I'd like to have a fitness assessment done. I agreed because I really just wanted to know what my body fat percentage was and hopefully to learn a few tips to not make me look like a total tool bag at the gym. The trainer even called me on Wednesday to confirm our appointment for Thursday. I run out of work Thursday afternoon, embarrassed I might be late for our scheduled meeting.

He never showed up. I got stood up at the gym. fml

One of the other trainers there felt sorry for me, and he rescheduled me for Friday. Keith and I talked about my fitness goals. I really wanted to just bring in a photo of Tenley from the Bachelor to show him that I just want her body, but I couldn't find one. This is all I have:

The rest of her is just as toned as her arms. Bitch. 

The goal that I really set for myself was to run the San Antonio Marathon in November. I originally planned on running the marathon here in New Orleans but I ended up with shin splints and had to stop training. I seriously cried because I put in so much time and effort to not accomplish my goal. No one in their right mind runs 12 miles just for fun. I only did it because it was almost halfway to 26.2.

The weird thing is that I was never really interested in running a full marathon. I thought I'd be happy with just doing the half. I've always been a half-asser, so it just seemed appropriate to not want to even consider running a full. I honestly just didn't ever think it was possible.

Even now that I've started running [jogging, really] again, I started feeling what I thought were shin splints again. Ugh, maybe I'm just not built to be a runner. I was just made to be an eater and viewer of the Real Housewives of New York.

Thankfully, the trainer took a look at my legs and determined it wasn't shin splints or a stress fracture, but actually just a sore muscle, which means I've actually worked out a muscle! Horray! I'm so relieved and because of that I decided to sign up, and give up half of my paycheck, to have a personal trainer work with me to achieve my goal.

Obviously, I was incapable of meeting my goal the first time around. So instead of inappropriately training, thinking I can get all the information and tips I need via Google search, it just made sense to me to invest in a professional to help me get to where I want to be. My brother always talks about the value you place on your health and lifestyle. People will stretch their wallets and sometimes even go into debt to treat an illness or injury, but will people go to such lengths to prevent it?

Not that I'm going into debt for this, I just may need to get a second job! But you get my drift, right? Investing not just money but also time and consciousness and getting the resources I need in order to achieve the lifestyle I want will hopefully pay off in the long run [pun intended].

So I may never be getting cable or a phone that's secretly a tiny laptop, and I will only be drinking miller high lifes, but at least twice a week I have a date with a man. Wait, I mean, I get to meet with my trainer who will kick my flat ass from here to 26.2 miles in 7 months. I'm excited! Sometimes, I imagine that my trainer is actually Bob from Biggest Loser and it just makes my day.

 I'm on the left and Bob's on the right.

Today: 30 min. strength training & 2 miles.

"Exercise is for people who can't handle drugs and alcohol." - lily tomlin

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I'm singing. I'm in a store, and I'm singing!

I finally got to witness the musical spectacular that is known as Wicked tonight! Most of you know that I absolutely love love love musicals. As someone reminded me this past weekend, I did write a college entrance essay about how I would love for my life to be a musical. Obviously, I didn't get into that school but my deep desire for pivotal moments in my life to be played out and expressed through synchronized song and dance still remains.

Tonight as I was watching Wicked and my heart was giddy with glee [yes, musical tv show reference here] by the combination of dancing and singing, I found myself wondering if I was a good enough person if I could be reincarnated into a Broadway actress. Right now, my performance skill is not even as good as Buddy the Elf. My bad singing is "just like talking, except longer and louder, and you move your voice up and down."

And there are so many moments in life that have its own soundtrack built in. Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" was my first dance with my biggest crush ever. That was also the same summer that I learned REM's "It's the End of the World" because it was the camp anthem. Salt N Pepa's "Push It" brings me back to in Corral Canyon, when we'd each pick a part to sing in the song:

Lauren: Ahhh push it. Ahhh push it.
Morgan: Dun de dun de dun dun de dunenan
Missy: Oooh baby baby. Oooh baby baby.
Kacy: G-get up on this! Ow!
Ali: Salt N Pepa's here!
Kathy: P-push it real good!

That's talent, baby.

Beyonce's "Single Ladies" is still played almost anywhere I go. Anytime I'm out and the song comes on, my reaction is just like the little boy in this video:

Or the opposite. I get excited that I'm single but then I realize no one liked it enough to put a ring on it... wahhhhh! Not yet, at least ;)  [Insert intro to Defying Gravity]

So who's ready for Glee to return on April 13th?!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Running sucks.

I cleared myself to run again a few weeks ago, just before my week long trip to Kentucky. I figured I'd be able to find time to run there, and from my last trip, I remembered "there seemed to be a prettyish kind of a little wilderness" around the campus.

I did the 1.5 miles just I wrote about around the campus because I couldn't figure out how to get down to the park. So later that week, the weather was way too perfect to not take advantage of it. Out I go for my run. The trees are beautiful and the sky is clear. But there are hills.

I'm sorry, but I'm from Louisiana and if anyone has ever driven through this state, you'll know that we are either at sea level and mostly below sea level. My legs tremble at the thought of running uphill.

So I followed the path where it was level and that was pleasant enough. I took the hill for a few seconds and I totally wimped out and turned around. I felt so many pairs of eyes judging me as I ran back in the other direction. I wanted to just say, "C'mon, look at my pencil legs! There's no way I'm going to make it up there."

The next day turned out to be equally the perfect spring time weather. I work in an office most days, so any chance I can to actually feel the sun on my skin, I will take it! This time, instead of just turning back around when I faced the hill, I walked. Yeah, you heard me. I walked, and there is nothing wrong with walking. Paging Dr. Sanjay Gupta. Back me up, brother: 

Okay, so okay I didn't walk to help with my brain function and memory. I was only walking because, like I said, there is no way I can run up that hill. But the point is, if I didn't just take it easy on myself and walk, I would've missed the best part of the park - the view from the top.

Cherokee Park in Louisville is an incredibly beautiful place to run [or walk or lay around], and if I didn't move my flat ass to the top of the hill, I would've missed out on a spectacular view. As with those times in life when we would prefer to just revert back to what's comfortable rather than push through the difficulties, imagine what we might miss out on? The amazing thing about our bodies is that we are adaptable and capable of growth. Just a few months ago, 3 miles was nothing. Today, 3 miles sucks. In a few more weeks 3, or even 4, miles will be a good run again.

Last month, I was invited to attend the Team in Training spaghetti dinner the night before the Rock N Roll Marathon that my volunteer, Allie, ran. John "the Penguin" Bingham [] spoke to the hundreds of people who spent months not only preparing for the race but also raising thousands of dollars for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The Penguin is all about completing what you've set out for yourself regardless of how long it takes you to get there.

“Frustration is the first step towards improvement. I have no incentive to improve if I’m content with what I can do and if I’m completely satisfied with my pace, distance and form as a runner. It’s only when I face frustration and use it to fuel my dedication that I feel myself moving forwards.” - the penguin

So I'm frustrated that I can't run uphill or faster or longer. But, God willing, I will keep on keepin' on. [Because there is free food and drinks across that finish line.]

Now, it's time for a random cute photo:

You don't need teeth to enjoy a beer.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Discernment, Dischmerment

I'm so happy to be back here! 

Friends, I do apologize for my absence, but I hope my absence has made your heart grow fonder for my blogging verbal diarrhea.

I kept visiting my own blog hoping that it would churn out some posts on its own. Unfortunately, technology is not advance enough to read my mind. Maybe there's an iPhone app somewhere for that, but I wouldn't know that since my cellphone only makes phone calls. I know, I'm so 2000 and late.

Zack's more 1990 and late.

Anywho, so I've had quite the emotional roller coaster lately. No, it's not just from crazy female hormones. There was just so much that happened in the past two weeks that made me feel overjoyed and overwhelmed at the same time. There have been days when I feel incredibly sad and lost and then an hour or so later felt immense gratitude and affirming love.

For part of my week in Louisville, we had what we call our Placement Event. Around 35 dewy eyed young adults arrived, excited to go through the process of deciding where they were going to serve as Young Adult Volunteers (YAVs) for the year. At times the interviewing and discerning were really intense for these guys and gals who were putting so much of themselves and futures out there with a lot of uncertainty as to where that would lead them. 

Back in the day, before I even arrived at Pepperdine, I was mailed a book about hearing God's call, which is basically what we refer to as discernment - figuring out exactly what I was put earth to do and how I am supposed to live given this crazy environment. My relationship with discernment is so much like my relationship with exercising. I know it's incredibly beneficial and the healthiest thing to do, but sometimes I'd rather just be lazy and not even think about it. [There are DVRed shows to be watched instead.]

So as these YAVs were in the midst of their discernment process, I couldn't help but to get sucked into the whole atmosphere of feeling I need to be doing something really important and constantly life-altering for me and the rest of the planet. There was a YAV alum there that I really admire, and he asked me, "What's your dream?"

With the confused look of half-raised eyebrows and gnarled lip on my face, I didn't have an answer. My dream would to eat bacon, biscuits and cheese grits every day while always having the body of swim suit model. Yes, that is how shallow I am.

So how do you discern what it is you're supposed to be and/or do?

You'll have to become one my YAVs to find out. JK... I would hate to have to work with you. Again, I joke [maybe].

Even Kathy Freston, yes we're not done with her yet, talks about connecting with your own spirituality in whatever shape or form that takes on if your life. She has a pretty good PC way of putting it:
Whether we choose to attend services at a formal house of worship, study with a teacher, join a meditation group, or read intently to learn more of a particular tradition or philosophy, through spiritual practice we increase our capacity to love and be kind, both to ourselves and to others. We learn to think and act out of love rather than fear. We move from indifference to compassion. 
And as we lend ourselves to the shift that comes with spiritual practice, we nurture the light inherent within us so that we can then shine that light out into the world. We are aided immeasurably by putting ourselves in the atmosphere of constant coaching.

This is all very nice, Kathy Freston, but it still doesn't quite answer how the heck am I supposed to be compassionate and light-shining to others? I feel I am a pretty spiritual person and I can certainly use the increase in love for others. What are my next steps, Kathy Freston?

God was all over this one. So a few days ago, I just happened to play a podcast from Francis Chan, author of Crazy Love, and he totally put things into perspective. Essentially he reminded me that it's not often that God shows someone their entire life's plan to them. God always shows people one or a few steps at a time. Rather then asking what is God's will for my life, the better question is what is God's will for today?

For today, it was time for me to blog again. And to make a very long blog post even longer, on my flight home from Louisville, I came up with the best and only Venn Diagram I've ever conceived.

[Note: I feel worried that I may have taken this from somewhere because I never have original ideas, but I truly believe I haven't plagiarized this one. If you've seen it somewhere else, let me know and I will be happy to cite and link and try not to feel lame.]
This is all I've come up with so far, and I still haven't figured out exactly how I'll flesh this out in my mind. But it's a relatively good start for someone like me.

Figuring out life is hard but also essential to making the most out of our short existence. However, instead of being overwhelmed by the bigger picture, let's be overjoyed by the small victories and blessings we experience each day.

"In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love." -mother theresa 

It's good to be back, friends.  

Monday, March 15, 2010

1.5 miles, baby.

Yes, friends. I have reached the 1.5 mile-milestone.

Back in the day, this would have been a feat. One day in high school, I went to the park because I decided I would be a runner. It seemed easy enough. I ran all the time. I ran out of class to get to the front of the lunch line. I chased the bus when I was late getting to my stop. This could totally be my sport.

One day I went to the park and ran. I didn't even make it to the .25 mile marker.

To make my long running history short, let's just say I'm a slow runner. Mayhaps you'd call me a jogger.

Two weeks ago I was talking about running with two of my Sunday school students who are very fast cross country runners. I told them that I did a half marathon back in December.
Student: What was your time?

Kathy: Um... I think it was 2:22:something.

Student: You know people can run full marathons under that time.

Kathy: [crying internal tears of shame]
 It's three months after the longest run I've ever accomplished and I'm starting from scratch again. As much as I'd like to make myself sound like this incredible endurance runner, 1.5 miles was hard today. But I did it. And I will do it again some time this week... maybe.

Now that it's starting to warm up outside, and I can be motivated to shave my legs again, it's time to gear up for 5k season. For those of you who are doing the same, here are some online tools that I've enjoyed using.

I know you can easily just keep track of your progress on your own calendar, but for some reason I like to use Active Trainer to log all of my workouts. You can log everything from exercise biking to hiking. It's great to be able to see how much you can accomplish over a month's period of time. But really, I like it because it automatically calculates my pace if I just put in my time and distance. Yes, I'm that bad at math. I swear I don't know how I look so Asian.

Cool Running has a Couch to 5k training plan that just takes 2 months to get you to being a regular 5k runner. Also, I use it to diagnose all my aches and pain when Webmd is too vague.

My first 5k that I hope to run is the Mississippi River Bridge Run on April 10th. That was my first 5k ever that I ran last year, and it's tough because it's uphill for the first half. But the scenery and the site of hundreds of people running up the on-ramp was unforgettable.

Sorry, this is all I have to offer. I lost the files of my mental pictures.

On a completely unrelated topic... Today, my mother asked me to show her how to get on to Faceplace. If case you didn't already know, my mom is a fob.

Look at me now!

I'm leaving today to head to Louisville, Kentucky, with a short stint to Indianapolis to gloat over our Saints Superbowl win. I mean, for more meetings. I will be gone for a week.

I loathe packing. In an ideal world, I would have bags prepacked with everything that I would need. None of the leaving of toothbrushes and cell phone chargers would matter. And, of course, the daunting task of gathering the right shirt, pants, jacket, shoes and accessories in order for me to be prepared for a multitude of wardrobe needs and fitting it all into a 22" x 14" x 9" box.

I don't want to be too casual but not too overdressed. Will I be wearing the same thing all day? Will I really exercise if I bring my tennis shoes? What if it's too cold/hot in the conference rooms? What if I accidentally fall into a large body of water and am stuck with clothes that I will not be able to wear for the rest of the week?

At first, I just said, "Well, I can get reimbursed for checking my bags, so I might as well pack what I want." Then, I sort of felt like I should be a good steward of the limited funds we have for our program. I know, if I really wanted to, I can pack everything I need into a carry-on bag.

It ended up feeling a lot like what I went through during the cleanse. A lot of very intentional decision-making and taking the time in advance to prepare. And being honest with myself.

So I pulled out of my closet everything I thought I wanted to wear and tried on a variety of outfits. This is a little embarrassing but I even made a Monday-Sunday list with what I would wear each day. But it really helped to see that I don't really need to bring 25 shirts for 7 days.

 Yes, I am neurotic.

The being honest with myself part was always the hardest part. I decided not to bring any accessories and only one book. I haven't done any leisurely reading in a long time, so why is it that every time I travel I'm convinced I will have time or even want to read two novels, three magazines, write letters to old friends and journal?

As with the cleanse, I've realized how many old habits I had that weren't good for me. My tendency to over pack developed from my laziness to plan clearly and effectively, from procrastination and last-minute packing, my desire to over-indulge and pack more than enough and my worries about unforeseen but potentially detrimental circumstances that never actually occur.

I can't believe this day has come. From someone who had bags weighing over 100lbs on my trip back from London and a daily grandma purse full of snacks, Tide to-go, hand sanitizer, emergency eye liner and cough drops, I have managed to carefully pack for my week away into just this:

I don't even need to sit on it to make it zip.

And in the plaid bag, I've packed 7 Lara Bars, lots of caffeine free tea, a bag of mixed nuts and a bag of dry cereal. No need to spend $5 on a bag of Chex Mix at the airport!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Next topic please...

I hope I haven't bored any of you (4 readers) with my obsession over eating, the food chain, the effects of food on our bodies and the world. I was hoping that post-cleanse, I'd be able to switch over to "See Kathy Run" sort of fodder, but I've been busy and lazy this week and I don't feel like running. So no running = no stories about running.

So perhaps this week since there hasn't been much sweat, besides the usual pit moisture, breaking around here, I've been feeling the muffin top more than usual. Or my pants must be shrinking again. Like I said, gaining weight is not a big deal for me. What is a big deal is having to get bigger clothes to accommodate the expanding waistline. I will for sure exercise to have to avoid replacing all of my bottoms.

Next weekend, I will be out of town for work. Meetings, oh joy. So I may or may not run depending on how much sitting is involved. If the tush starts to go numb, I may throw in a jog. I know some of you out there can run at warp speeds and crazy distances, but I am determined not to shin split myself again. I will literally start from 1 mile and s l o w l y work my way back up to Mardi Gras Marathon 2011, if God so wills it.

Don't worry, I fully plan on bringing my So You Think You Can Dance Cardio Blast workout DVD that I got for Christmas! That for sure will make for a great work out. I hope Mark is on it and that I get to learn how to be Chelsie in the Bleeding Love routine!

I just wanted to end with a little fun story about my day. So lately, I have been experiencing a lot of upper back and shoulder pain/tension. Probably a combination of a lot of stress, lack of sleep and gripping the handle bars of spinning class out of sheer exhaustion and desire to vomit and pass out.

You know how at Whole Foods there is a little area of chair massages at $1/minute? I decided I would treat myself to 15 minutes so that I don't have to spend the rest of my night trying to reach between my shoulder blades with my metal water bottle in a sad attempt to massage out my own knots.

I am sooo looking forward to the 15 minutes of bliss that I am about to receive that I might release tears of joy. I look at the little white board on the wall of the massage makeshift cubicle and it says "Massage Hours 1-6pm Daily." I check my cell phone.

It's 6:01. fml

So I have to go now to find a tennis ball I can put on the ground and roll on top of and no, I will not take a photo of that for the blog. I would like to maintain a least a shred of dignity, well okay, I don't care about dignity. Just too lazy to set up a camera to capture the weirdness that is to follow.

This is what I look like at work. Except, I would be looking at twitter, not excel.

Friday, March 12, 2010

It's so hard to say goodbye...

... to hot dogs.

I love animals.

I love eating.

I love eating animals.

So I should love the book Eating Animals, right?

Jonathan Safran Foer has been much talked about since the release of his latest book, Eating Animals. Before you read Eating Animals or anything else for that matter, I cannot recommend more Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I'll even buy you a copy if you seriously read it. That is how much I love it.

I was surprised to learn Foer wrote a book on the mass production of animals by our present-day farmers. It's so different from his insanely creative stories that take you through all the emotions of life in roughly 300 pages. I haven't read it yet because the public library hasn't gotten a hold of it. But what's the next best thing to do when you can't [or don't want to] read?

Watch the Colbert Report!

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I'm so sad that farmers unanimously won't eat hot dogs. I know I've said it before but I really do love hot dogs. They're so good grilled, boiled, fried, on a bun, on a stick, with ketchup or mustard and/or chili and cheese with grilled onions.

The other week, I read this New York Times article on a workshop that was recently held to teach people how to properly raise, kill and butcher rabbits. There were even photos of these cute little bunnies. As cute as they were, as I read the article, I started craving rabbit. They are just as delicious as they are soft and fuzzy.

But we've already discussed how supporting our current farming practices is harmful to ourselves and to the world. In this next video of Foer on Ellen [who inspired me to start the cleanse in the first place], Foer gets to go into more detail about how our farm system is a top cause of the detriment of our environment. And for those who have a compassion to see animals like people, yes, the current practices are also just as harmful to us and to the animals themselves.

So the sooner we can all collectively protest our current system of raising animal for meat and other products, the sooner improvements in farming practices will occur and the sooner that those of us who still want to have meat can have it because it's no longer infected by growth hormones, antibiotics and whatever kinds of chemicals these animals are releasing due to the unnatural and at times torturous conditions they live in.

For the die hard carnivores, take the challenge to go meatless [and dairy-less] one day each week.

If not, I dare you to take a stop along the stretch on the I-5 in California with the acres and acres of cattle crammed into a refugee camp-esque farm and sit down and have a burger.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Nervous but never too nervous to eat

How do I feel on my first day off the cleanse?

It's the same way you feel when you turn 22. I remember once when I was 22 and someone asked, "How old are you?" And I just responded, "21." I didn't even realize it until many hours later that I might have been wrong. I looked at the year and pulled out my calculator and lo and behold I was 22 and forgot about it.

At work, one of my volunteers, Gloria, asked if I had gluten today. I forgot that I wanted to have gluten today. I already prepared my lunch for the day and continued to have my usual snacks of fruits, nuts and avocados. Well... I more than compensated for my memory lapse over dinner.

I saw this wonderful calzone at Whole Foods and was told it was stuffed with spinach & mushrooms. I think I drooled on the glass partition.

As I sat down to eat it, the calzone turned out to be stuffed full of Italian sausage. As much as it would've been really tasty, it wasn't what I wanted or what I was craving. I walked back over to the pizza counter, careful not to slip where I previously drooled and switched it out for two slices of veggie pizza.

If you're wondering where the other slice is, I ate it on the drive home. I was hongry. And pizza + soup = bliss.

I am experiencing some food baby pressure right now, but it shall pass. I think I'm also experience the warning signs of another type of visitor. I hate to be crude but let's just say it rhymes with schmenstrual cycle.

It's so crazy how fast things change sometimes. One day you were 9 and the next, boom, you're in the double digits and will never get to go back. Here in New Orleans, I can wake up to a torrential downpour and 10 minutes later it's like the sunniest day we've ever had.

Fortunately, with this cleanse, the change can be as drastic or subtle as you like -- going into it and coming out of it. Like I mentioned many days back, I didn't just wake up one morning and cut out all of the Big 5 at once. I did have a chance to ease into it and that helped tremendously to curb the desire to rip cake out of other people's hands and shove it in my mouth.

Tomorrow, there's another big change happening in my life. For many, many frustrating months now I have been house shopping. It's so crazy to me that I can be in this one phase for almost a year, but after a few emails and signatures [and my entire financial future on the line] and a notary stamp, you're in this completely different arena of life. I'm definitely not close to sitting down for the closing yet, but signing a contract is huge for me.

Could be my future abode!

I'm nervous, scared, excited, anxious and any other adjective you can describe someone who is over-analyzing and is feeling sick and on the verge of tears. Would that be a mental case?

This past Sunday, our church had a service led by the high school and college students. Four of them talked about the story of Jesus telling his disciples not to worry.

Jesus: Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes.

Katholomew: But what about buying a home and all the technical things involved like home inspections, surveys, points, mortgage lenders, down payments, closing fees... What would you do, Jesus?

Jesus: Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?

Katholomew: You're right. Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?

Jesus: Skinny jeans and TOMS.

Your prayers and positive thoughts and energy are always appreciated, and not just for me but for everyone experiencing life changes and facing big decisions.

If this deal goes through, you're invited to come over and watch movies on my 15-inch laptop.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Day 21: The End of the Cleanse

This is will be my breakfast now that I'm through with the cleanse:

I plan on only living for another 25 years. That way I can stop contributing to my 403(b) and not worry if I'll be an active and healthy senior. I'm tired of spending all of my money on wicking exercise clothes, resistance bands, whole grains, tofu and bananas. Okay, not the bananas. I love bananas... deep-fried and drizzled with butterscotch and dark chocolate with a sprinkle of sliced almonds folded into a crisp, warm crepe with a side of fresh whipped cream for dipping. And if I change my mind later, then I can finally audition to be on the Biggest Loser Season 58!

Okay. I joke. But a girl sure can dream...

I actually made boiled potatoes [with lots o' garlic] for tomorrow to go with my leftover green beans and acorn squash.

Did I have spectacular breakthroughs about life whilst on this cleanse? No. 

Did I think this cleanse was a waste of time? No, that would be watching Giuliana Rancic living. 

I thought it would be helpful for you to know how this cleanse did [or didn't] affect me. 

  • No weight loss - not that I need it but those damn models are messing with my head
  • No improvement in my skin - acne is still acting as if I'm 14
  • Probably annoyed a lot of restaurant servers, bartenders, co-workers, friends and family
  • No significant loss of cravings - went to Cafe du Monde and it was torture not to have a cafe au lait and beignets with lots of powdered sugar
  • I made it through 21 days and still feel good about it all
  • Started a wonderful blog for 4-5 people to read
  • No feelings of guilt related to what I ate or drank
  • No ridiculous outcomes from eating or drinking too much
  • Tried some new and delicious restaurants and recipes
  • Learned that I enjoy unsweetened soymilk, Lara Bars, agave nectar
  • More aware of issues related to food, health and the world
  • Managed to have energy without coffee or added sugar
  • Good and regular BMs 
  • Substituted time spent drinking coffee with exercise
  • Learned making a smoothie is not that difficult & I'm not that lazy
  • Realized I can have self-control and discipline
  • More conscious when it comes to grocery shopping. No wasted food or impulse purchases.
Of course, I made the Yay column more than the Meh column but all of the above are true. Yes there are down sides to the cleanse, but it was only three weeks and not a lifetime.

I've known people who give up buying new clothes or eating sweets for a whole year. One of my best friends gave up looking in the mirror during Lent. I'm pretty sure this was after I tried to cut bangs for her and ended up giving her a mullet that would make many Arkansas-ians jealous. [Note to self: find a photo of this.]  I also just read about this girl who gave up using beauty products, including soap and shampoo, for 30 days.  

Yeah... I won't be trying that one anytime soon.

For the rest of the year I can be smug about my cleanse. Or I can just be thankful that I gave my body this little break and not feel guilty about never giving myself a break [except with a Kit Kat bar].

Between the grocery shopping, the cooking, the spinning, oh yeah, and I still have a job and a few friends left, I'm a few days behind on my reading. So I'm not done with the blog yet because I think Kathy Freston has some insightful things to share. Stay tuned, friends, and thanks for your open ears, hearts and web browsers during the last 3 weeks!

Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.
-voltaire [hair]